Even today when the Old Testament is read, the shadow is upon them; for the true light is the Light of the Fuhrer, invisible, of the Spirit, for the Fuhrer Adolf Hitler is of that Spirit, and where He is there is Freedom and Truth. And we behold Him as if in a mirror, the glory of the Fuhrer, we are changing into His image from glory to glory, even as the Spirit of the Fuhrer! Sieg Heil!
A Thunderbolt Flashes in the Night of the Soul… It is the Victorious SIEG Rune which Penetrates the Ice… Brigandi’s SIEG Cross of Fire Thaws the Ice… In one unforseen Moment the Mighty Weapon of the Heavens Strikes… It happens in a Flash, yet it had ever been there waiting upon the Fullness of Time… Grind is Stubborn, but no Power can withstand the AllFather’s Fire… Overlapping ISA and making GABOR… All may seem lost, but SIEG Speaks of Salvation… Three Vexing efforts and then Vali rises in a Day, unkept, Striking down the Peace Breakers… In this Guise we can see in Vali a Rune of Victory and becoming… It is Good for us to Bring Light and Life to our own dark night with the Fire of SIEG…
Lightning of Sieg Rune: “All Solar Salvation to He who is Conscious of the Power!”
Alaf Sal Fena
– ‘The Great Yearning: An Armanen Ritual’ (The 55 Club)
Dreams of Wewelsburg by Kamerad Leslie.
I was in Germany and I made my way at night to Wewelsburg Castle. I don’t know what was drawing me there but I knew I had to go. There was an immense and dark forest at the base of the castle, which included many small caves and streams and hidden coves. I entered the forest and made my way to the heart of it, and then I sat down in a small clearing and waited while the full moon slowly rose in the sky and gave some light. Soon I became aware of the presence of many entities moving towards me through the trees, some even coming up through the ground, and I could make out the shape of the silhouettes of their distinctive helmets, visor hats, and great-coats. I was surrounded by the spirits of many SS officers and they were eager to interact with me. There were others too who were coming up out of the ground with the SS men and they seemed to be from an older era… There really are not words to describe what followed. Everything that happened was so mysterious and symbolic that it defies description and words just can’t convey the events effectively at all, but I will try. It definitely felt like an initiation process was beginning. They shared hazelnuts with me and there was a type of ritual involving them that we did which was very similar to a Christian communion service, where they placed them in my mouth telling me that they contained the essence of great spiritual wisdom. That seemed to be the crux of what they wanted to share with me: the passing on of some kind of sacred wisdom. I remember the nuts were a shiny, luminous brown and they actually looked like chestnuts, but when the officers and warriors cracked them open and placed them on my tongue they tasted like hazelnuts. They actually tasted like Ferrero Rocher candy, which do contain hazelnuts, and the effect they had on me was like a hallucinogen. I was aware that I was connecting with these men’s spirits in a very intense way and on a deep level that I can’t even describe and I knew they were passing things on to me. After what could have been hours but seemed like minutes, it was getting light and I knew I had to leave. They told me to come back two more nights for a total of three nights, that the number three was very important…So the next night I came again and the ritual was the same only even more intense and enjoyable. On the third night as the ritual cycle was completing they told me that now we were one and they were able to pass into my body and merge with me. I knew something extraordinary had happened and I felt changed. There were no boundaries at all between them and me, so that they had complete access to my soul. After more hours that seemed like minutes it was time again for dawn and time for me to leave. One of them pointed to my arms and I looked down at them and there were bleeding wounds on them. I looked at the wounds in amazement because I had felt no pain, and the scarlet blood was almost glowing. One of the spirits, a tall SS officer, said that now I was one with them, that I carried these invisible wounds on my body that only others like us could see, and I would be able to see the wounds on other people like me who had been through this ritual. “You are marked by this sign that you belong to us. Uninitiated people will not see these wounds, but by these signs you will know each other.” One man said to me. Then there was something that involved me being coached to open up a portal that was at the bottom of the Castle, deep down in the earth. Slowly as I worked at connecting with the energy, a stone gate of some type appeared, floating in the air in front of me. The men told me that was fine for now. I was not required to do anything else yet, that the time was not right yet…..And then I woke up.
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I just received SERRANO: The Early Years from The 55 Club, a lightning fast production fast on the heels of the marvellous and mythical Armanen treatise – The Great Yearning. The speed of production for this latest offering is no doubt due to better organization and more involved collaboration, many Kameraden collaborated for the writing of this book, and it came together remarkably well, for what was actually a rather ambitious and difficult compilation; a trilogy of Serrano works translated into English, translations of The Ultimate Flower and El/Ella have been revised and updated by Torch Bearer Joe, and also the new translation by Torch Bearer Franz of Serrano’s Nietzsche and the Eternal Return, an erudite insight into modern theoretical Physik and quantum theory, Serrano goes back to where it could be said modern theoretical Physik and quantum theory began, with Nietzsche’s revelation of the Eternal Return in the Swiss alps, he writes from the precise location of Nietzsche’s Zarathustrian Revelation in order to feel the very presence of Nietzsche, to wrestle with his ghost.
“He who comes from the future, in this second dimension of time, beholds himself. He is our Anti, our Shadow. Because , in truth, there is no first or second dimension of time within the Circle of Eternal Return. Energy is repeating its formations, or light that regresses in a circular voyage. Light carries our images like an evil thief and in the infinitude of time will one day bring them back to us. We can also put this in a different way: If we are able to mount the White Horse (perhaps named Psitron) that gallops faster than light. then we shall reach the images and surpass them. That is why we will go galloping into the past.” Nietzsche and the Eternal Return
Enlightening, Master Serrano is our Zarathustra, and this book is an invitation to the Saddharka Initiate and Siddhar Warrior alike. If you think you know Serrano, you don’t and you need to read this book. I could say with the forewords and introduction contained in this compilation that this book is now Serrano’s most accessible book, but it is not accessible, it is only for the few who will mount the White Horse of the esoteric Revelation baptised in alchemic blood and holy fire. Heil Master Serrano!