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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”

 


Demiurgic Trap

“Christianity was merely the bait with which Judaism hunted unsuspecting Aryans, neutralizing, castrating, killing them in their essence, cutting them off forever from the true Kristic revelation of Wotan and Mithras…The apparent opposition between Christianity and Judaism was a clever Demiurgic trap, similar to what we have today with the simulated opposition between Marxism and Capitalism, only the Christian trap has been active for almost two thousand years,”  –  Resurrection of the Hero, Miguel Serrano

It is not the flesh and blood of a sacrificial victim that is atonement for sin i.e. “belief in Christ’s sacrifice”, as according to the doctrine of Christianity, which is an illusion, a transmogrification, the narratives concocted are not based on actual events, but are fabrications that are conducted in an Empire of Illusions! The aim of Esoteric Hitlerism is to break free from those illusions, at all costs, a shattering of Amor-fati, that will lead to the exit being carved out in this concentration-camp Universe, where illusion only seeks to bind us to more and more illusion. Not through substitution and then further transubstantiation does one develop the Astralkorper, but through the awakening of the Hero inside one’s own body! Only through the Hyperborean Nostalgia of the God imprisoned inside this mortal body can one be made free. And the undertaking of this Quest of the Hero is something more than even the Gods can possibly undertake, and one does not undertake this for one’s worldly ego, but for one’s Eternal Being – “It is necessary that I die, so that I can live”. There is an Individuation to this, that makes it un-Universal and hence the contrary to “He died for all mankind”.

Hamsa, I am Thou, Thou am I, The Hero is the Fuhrer, did Hitler not say: “I am you and you are me”, or also “I can do nothing without you, and you can do nothing without me”. Have you not been Individualized? Is this not what you wanted? He has crossed over an abyss on a rope he held himself. Is it not fulfilled, this Drama of the Hero, has He not showed Himself the way? He does not follow in the steps of Wotan, He is Wotan! And He recovers and awakens to discover a treasure that was stolen from Him – the Immortality of a Hyperborean God. The Hero sacrifices himself to himself, for the creation of a God, the worldly ego must burn.

“Nevertheless, in the Magic Drama of Esoteric Hitlerism there is no place for the ultimate phrase of the Jesus of the Judeo-christian religion, whilst expiring on the cross: ‘My Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit!’. Signifying, for them, the final delivery of himself to be reabsorbed by his own Monad, by Someone who awaits as if on the edge of a fountain, or rather, to be devoured by the Demiurge. The Hero of Esoteric Hitlerism, the Vira, on the Path of Wotan, has allowed himself to be possessed voluntarily by the Legend and Myth of the Archetype, as in the acceptance of Mystic Death. He has made a momentary delivery of his body and his brain, in the sacrifice of his will and his I, so that, through him, Another is realized, a Prinzcip…He is able to pass through the Archetype without his self being devoured or annihilated…..And the impersonality of the Archetype has been changed since his Myth and Legend have acquired a Face, that of Adolf Hitler, ceasing to be a collective. The Archetype has individualized, coming to belong for more than a thousand years to Hitlerism, the Passion and Drama of the Ultimate Avatar who, on passing like a thunderbolt through this world, incarnated in Adolf Hitler for so brief a time, thereby enabling the Collective Archetype to become an individual person.”  –  MANU: For The Man To Come, Miguel Serrano