Sjoerd Heeger – Death In Syria

“In the West the people have nothing to live for, and that is why they have nothing to die for. There is no other sacrifice than the prolonging of their lives, which is their reward. Like a terminal sick person, given more medical years of existence (the illusion of value)… The will to fight beyond current Moral conscience and restrictions (and thus the will to [self] sacrifice and even wage war through suicide [attacks], has been demoralized, neutralized and made misunderstood. If suicide is committed, in the West, it mostly correlates to existential problems; the meaninglessness of life, only fulfilled through the economic work ethos and fragile/superficial social relationships. While in other cultures, ‘suicide’ is committed in regards with honour after defeat, thus a lost fight, or as sacrifice for the sake of battle. And, as this still happens regularly in the Middle East, to take your enemies with you into death. A will and dedication the West has lost.” – Sjoerd Heeger

 

 

 


The Demolition of Britain by Britain

The Demolition of Britain by Britain, formally known as the “Battle of Britain”…

It was impossible for the Luftwaffe to attack Britain independently, because the German Luftwaffe had no independence from the general German Army. The structure and administration, as anybody knows who has studied in any detail the Third Reich military, knows, or must know, that the Luftwaffe could not operate independently from the general army, meaning it was logistically and operationally and even theoretically impossible for the German Luftwaffe to attack Britain independently…  There is no mandate for the “Battle of Britain” and there is no credible evidence that the German Luftwaffe bombed Britain.

“The Germans had no preparations to attack Britain; no mandate, no declaration and no intention, no reason can be shown to be adequate, and there is no credible evidence that proves that the German Luftwaffe attacked Britain, the Luftwaffe had no long-range bombing capability, its military structure and capability was designed only to assist ground forces. From a strictly military point of view it was not possible for Germany to launch a bombing campaign on the British Isles, and there is no declaration of such military intent. But there is military intent by Britain to make it look as though Germany had bombed Britain…..Painting a swastika on an aircraft and dumping it in a field is not difficult. There were entire British War departments that designed such props and phoney articles of war, after all, the first casualty of war is truth, and deception is the essence of modern warfare…..etc” Page 111, Third Reich Pilgrim: The Ruins Of Power.


We Are the Dispossessed

We Are the Dispossessed, By Kamerad Kristof

We are the Dispossessed,
We are the Dispossessed –
the hated native sons cut off,
the Poltergeist SS;
We are the Dispossessed,
We are the Dispossessed –
the Loyal Sentries of the Blood,
the Faithful Fallen of the Reich,
now ghosts, Our names are spat upon,
Our legacies are mud;
We are the Dispossessed,
We are the Dispossessed –
the last remaining Torch Lights
in this sunken Age of Lead;
We have no land, We have no Folk,
We have no clan, We have no friend,
no-where on earth remains for us
to even lay Our Dead.

In Memory of Sjoerd Heeger

Kamerad Sjoerd Heeger was recently killed, in the Middle East, details of death currently unknown but a report from a friend states he died in a car bomb near the town of Deir ez-Zor, near Raqqa… I guess the real circumstances will never been known. He was fighting on the side of the YPG (People’s Protection Units) in Syria. The YPG is predominately made up of Kurdish recruits, but also includes Arabs and some foreign volunteers. The YPG is allied to the Syriac Military Council, and was formed from the Democratic Union Party after the Syrian Civil War. The group won a major victory over Islamic State in early 2015, and the group primarily fought against ISIL, sometimes with the assistance of American forces in the area.

Kamerad Sjoerd was the writer of the blog

https://daserwachenderschwerter.wordpress.com/author/daserwachenderschwerter/

I published his poems in “Songs Of The Reich”

One of his poems:

“Go I Must,

And leave behind my dear Northern Sea,

Always She spoke winged words to me,

Her soothing dark waters in the undeep,

And Her blanket cold in sight, go I must.

Seasons temper no other race,

Made by winter, in Her heart, rare they’ve become,

And appreciate and see visions of our own spirit,

Become reflected in You, beloved Sea, go I must;

Named after the North, go I must.”

Kamerad Sjoerd was a true Warrior-Poet, in the sense that he did not mind which “side” he was even on, he simply wanted to go to war, or try to find a real “war” and he searched everywhere for that, he went to the Ukrainian front, but could not find enough “action” as he put it, he wanted more danger and violence, so he went to the Middle East and practiced his “war” there, it was better he thought to die in a foreign place then die in his comfortable homely suburban surroundings in Northern Europe. I told him that he would not find a real war, not in the Ukraine and not in Syria, and that there were no real wars, not anymore, but he had to go, “Go I Must”, that is what he wrote… He had tattooed on his trigger finger “Who Are We” (Kine Em)….He did not know who he was fighting for or what he was fighting against, and so he wrote:

“I fear no one

Because I have sworn an oath

A path for no Shepherd of goat

No road to love’s struggle

And comfort of house and hearth

A wanderer with no land, no people

No Fate’s bridle

No dignity in your honour

The death of my heart is the birth

Of another loneliness in an endless hour

A wanderer with no faith

For home and bride

Another Strive as great

As the loss of all dreams

And Will’s promises shattered

Facing her smile in my sleepless slumber

The bells ringing my end

For Will and Strive to surrender

Sweet death, ending all lover’s tales

Rendering all tears of loss for story’s end.”

 

 


The Phoney Battle Of Britain

All wars are Phoney to a certain degree. One of the most clearly phoney or faked “battles” is the Battle of Britain. It is obvious that the German Luftwaffe never attacked Britain. I wrote about this, a mere few paragraphs in Third Reich Pilgrim, nobody really picked up on that besides a few individuals in the entire world, that is because the entire world is phoney and there are only a few conscious individuals in the world… I have not been able to determine, whether this individual consciousness is entirely new, I mean whether it has only recently appeared. So, anyway, I was writing earlier about photography and how there was color photography in 1940 but the war departments were only in those days releasing black and white poor quality photos, and then after the war they started to color the photos and release better quality photos. Here are some faked photos of the phony Battle of Britain:

Now, what we see in this photo, that it is theatrically designed, like a stage set, it is real, in the sense that the objects are real, but the objects have been carefully placed as props to add effect to the theatrical dramaturgy of the scene. This is not a bomb explosion, this is not the results of a bomb explosion, this is the result of an excavation! The road has been excavated with machinery, dug up, and then the bus has been lowered or pushed down into the crater. As one can see there is no fire damage to the scene, it is a civil excavation scene that has been created by machinery to make it look like a bombing raid scene. No bombs were dropped in this scene and there were no explosions… All the people involved in the making of this scene are like automatons, they are simply unconsciousness robots in human garb, who then work together as a hive mind to concoct a story that goes along with the general narratives of the phoney war. So they are all part of it, all the humans partake in this scene making. For what reason, I do not know, but the scene is fake and the photo is fake, and the people are fake.

This photo is meant to show the results of a German bombing raid on Britain. As one can see the photo has been meticulously staged, but a little too much I think, this one has been overdone and it loses authenticity. The Photographer was John Hinde who mainly did postcards. Interestingly the photographer John Hinde was a circus publicity manager, so he was perfect for the job of designed photo shoots for the “Battle of Britain” and that is what the Battle of Britain was a “photo shoot”.

This photo is of the Parliament houses after a “German bombing raid”. No bombs have been dropped here, this is a demolition job, using demolition machinery. The British have used demolition equipment and machinery to tear down their own parliament! It’s amazing, but it’s the truth, but who cares right? There nobody out there to listen anyway! LOL… I could go through a thousand photos, just like these ones, all of them would be faked, all of Britain itself would be fake so all those involved are fake, just fakers doing fake things, generation after generation! From the very top, right down to your common street bum, they are all fake!


Dresden Holocaust Day

Painting by Herbert Smagen


The Aryan Dharma Wheel

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The body.

   In the cellar underneath, where rats & vermin hide, scattered among the bones of your royal blood, flooding into the rushing chasms that fill your vanquished heart with ill fate & rending distress.

Bleak sadness in a dark solitude. Inside an invisible cave, dissolving the reticent corpse. No spot on the surface of this world globe to go to for comfort. Black walls of desolation covering the extreme antipodes of earthen eyes weeping egotistically and limited constraining visions on the horizon of a forgotten dusk spirit.

The soil of the soul is wet with untold tears of distraught despair ! Where can Hope deserve a dwelling but in your own sweet grave. All true friends and true brothers shall enter with you there. Within theirs.

It’s in a crypt one buries the cadavre. The Holy Cross above tunneling a passage way to the shiny stars. An Echo…

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