Category Archives: Esoteric Hitlerism

Book Release – GERMANIA – Book I

New Book Release for the anniversary of the Beer Hall Putsch, 9th November.

“For Truth and Justice. For Beauty and Light. For Life and an Ehrean World to come…For Germania”

“The following discourse pertains to my visit to the Holy Land in 2013. As is often the case when travelling in this ‘modern’ world, one must use an airport but airports have become nothing more than Zionist methods of ‘power’ and control. The use of the term ‘power’ must be explained here; there are two kinds of power, that kind which is gained through will and fight and truth and the the application of justice and of the intellect, all qualities of such which were and still are embodied in Adolf Hitler and The Third Reich and then there is that kind of ‘power’ which is gained through subversion and cowardice and sheer weight of numbers and through the fact that nobody else gives a damn about how this power is obtained or the way in which the power is wielded. Essentially speaking, the world ‘power’ of Zion is gained due to the fact that people don’t mind being subjected to any kind of orders and demands whether it be designed to harm their health, their general well-being or just for amusement purposes and nowhere is this process so obvious than at airports but, in actual fact, the joke’s on Zion because Zion doesn’t realise the extent to which the vast majority of people of people have come to enjoy these experiences due to the deep rooted insertion of The Stockholm Syndrome into the mindsets which they have developed a very long time ago.” – GERMANIA – Book I

This new Ehrean-Wagnerian-Esoteric style literature includes two Pilgrimages to the Holy Lands of Germania, as well as essays on Law, Economics, His-story, Heroes, Kings and, of course, the Führer. In the spirit of the Siegfried-Führer archetype – a tragic journey down the Rhine, where the past, present and future is elucidated in a personal, individualist manner that is only possible in the 21st Century – it is a lament for the loss of wisdom and a knowing of the doom that will follow when the Norns disappear, as they must. There are descriptions of visions of a New Dawn light that can out-shine the corruption of the World and its Histrionic Records. A condemnation of Modernism, Post-Modernism, Politics, Economics and in general the very annals of ‘World History’ which support the entire System which is called ‘Zion’ as per the Biblical exegesis. In opposition to this System, a few lone, heroic individuals, have taken the stage and struggled for an idealistic vision that transcends all they find in this world. This book honours and presents their valiant struggle for truth and justice, beauty and light, for the Ehrean World to come…For Germania…In the face of utter annihilation through a stupendous, crushing mass of lies and fakery, there was a few who were true, in the end…

Heil Germania!


Wayward Children, Despicable Youths!

Wayward Children, Despicable Youths   by   Kristof von Kanwetzburg

Wayward children, despicable youths,

scared of your own shadows!

From your own reflections you flinch,

from every last bit of nostalgia you manage to escape

like smoke up the chimney,

afraid of getting burned by the red-hot embers of Truth below;

your souls are too vaporous,

too weak to handle the fire.

So you follow the easy trail of lies

to the beat of the drum and tambourine you march,

to inferior words written on palimpsest parchments,

to temporarily quench your thirst for a better memory,

a surrender to Tradition;

So you seek your “artifacts” your phony relics

scattered along the dis-orient cobblestone path of masonic deceit,

of “Egyptian” bunk and “Hindu” poppycock,

“Arab” humbug and “Chinese” junk –

Suez Canal Company flotsam and East India Company jetsam –

Illusions all, the umbilical cord of Zion,

intended to distract the Higher Man from the truth of his Polar origin,

to keep us from our origin, dignity…peace

Wayward children, despicable youths –

how easily you’re led astray.


Der Kristos

Der Kristos A.H. at Gustav Zunkel funeral, 1934.


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”

 


The Golden Cord book release

An auspicious date for the book release of the English translation of Miguel Serrano’s The Golden Cord: Esoteric Hitlerism. This date coincides with the Waffen SS climbing Mount Elbrus, and the Black Sun Eclipse over America. I have received the printed order for the books on this exact day…This day is also the day that Thor fishes for Jormungand and the Lord God fishes for Leviathan (Job 41:1). The line is made from gut, or intestines, and is the same line that the Church Fathers used. If you would like to commence an ascent by degrees then this is where you should start or within the Trilogy be impressed with the truth so rare that even devils dare not touch it…If there were a window then I guess this would be close to it, for the Nordic-Hyperborean, Ehrean Geist, Gut Heil!

For those who would like to order a copy of this book, you can email: hermitage75@yahoo.com.au

 

 


Third Reich Pilgrim: The Ruins Of Power


The Re-release of the improved and extended Third Reich Pilgrim: Part 1 – The Ruins Of Power is now available again. This new edition has had five years to mature. The 1st edition was rushed through to meet the deadline of 12-12-12. The book has now been thoroughly proof read, improved and extended. If you have the 1st edition, or missed out on it, then I would recommend you acquire this new improved edition.

For purchase inquires please email:   hermitage75@yahoo.com.au

“As I made my way along the quiet path by the Obersee, it reminded me of Mimir’s Well, so still and mysterious it was, a magical mirror-well. In the afternoon shadows I could see the distorted face of a giant’s head in the ravine wall, like the legend of Mimir’s severed head which Odin preserved and placed by the Well under the root of the Cosmic Tree. The severed head would come alive at Odin’s command and speak of truths unknown to any other God.”


Ernst Zundel

Ernst Zündel has taken a Haunebu and left this flat mundane plain of existence…See You in Valhalla!

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