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Dreams of Wewelsburg


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.

SERRANO: The Early Years

For orders of SERRANO: The Early Years – A Prelude to NOS please see Amazon page of The 55 Club:


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!

Germania Ahnenerbe sign

New Germania Ahnenerbe sign. The new Germania Ahnenerbe group will be working exclusively in association with Hermitage Helm Corpus and Siddharreich. A Kamerad or a Torch Bearer or member of Hermitage Helm and The Brahmanic Order of Kristos-Lucifer-Wotan is also a member of Germania Ahnenerbe: ‘Investigations into the Astral Origins of Germania’. If one is a member and working with us then one may like to do what I have done and get a tattoo of the new sign on them as a dedication, although that is an individual choice. The new Germania Ahnenerbe group will begin by organising books and research papers to be formally published by Hermitage Helm. An example of this is the current project of the translation of ‘Atlantis, Edda und Bibel’ by Hermann Weiland, translated by Kamerad Klanderud. Germania Ahnenerbe was resurrected by the Third Reich Pilgrim in 2011 in Germany, it is now operational.Ahnen w shade

Sermons from Mein Kampf

A new segment for SIDDHARREICH – Sermons from Mein Kampf, I will probably write one every month as a pedagogical lesson; for guidance and personal spiritual development. I will be quoting from the James Murphy English Translation of Mein Kampf. Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler has the sub-title: ‘An historic document describing the aims and development of the National Socialist Movement.’ Something extremely rare this is; an actual historic document! There is no precedent for Mein Kampf, because previously to its printing there had never been an attempt made by a single man to produce a truthful account of historic events. No man had ever done such a thing, perhaps only the unadulterated parts of the letters of Saint Paul could be a comparison. To do such a thing is in keeping with the very meaning of the word; to produce public literature is to make “vulgar”, which means to make known to the common people, vulgatus – is to make known to the common people, to publish. In truth, so not as the published dictionaries state, Vulgus is spelt Volgus in its original alphabetic form, and is derived from the German word – Volk! Find me a published dictionary that states such a thing? You see all English is derived from German, and that is what published dictionaries are attempting to hide, and they are hiding it because they do not want it to be publically known to the common people or the Volk! So as you see, and could once hear, it is a very rare thing to produce a truthful account of history for the public. Hermitage Helm Corpus has begun work on a new translation of Mein Kampf. James Murphy’s translation, although quite good for the time in which it was produced, is no longer sufficient as a translation of the original German, and we believe we have the right men in place in order to produce a better English Translation than the one that currently serves us, and so we have begun to organize the framework that will encompass the almighty Herculean and sacred task of translating Mein Kampf anew! For now let me quote from Aryan Writ in the best translation we currently have:

“Finally a new and triumphant idea should burst every chain which tends to paralyse its efforts to push forward. National Socialism must claim the right to impose its principles on the whole German nation, without regard to what were hitherto the confines of federal States. And we must educate the German nation in our ideas and principles. As the Churches do not feel themselves bound or limited by political confines, so the National Socialist Idea cannot feel itself limited to the territories of the individual federal States that belong to our Fatherland….The National Socialist doctrine is not handmaid to the political interests of single federal States. One day it must become teacher to the whole German nation. It must determine the life of the whole people and shape that life anew. For this reason we must imperatively demand the right to overstep boundaries that have been traced by a political development which we repudiate. The more completely our ideas triumph, the more liberty can we concede in particular affairs to our citizens at home.”  –  Chapter X – The Mask of Federalism, Mein Kampf.

So much meaning here, it will just go right over most people’s heads today. As most people accuse us of being “political”, when National Socialism was founded as an anti-political movement! The NSDAP were a political party designed to destroy the foundations of all political parties! Now that is in keeping with all our philosophical concepts, and the very nature that we find ourselves in; taking on the corruption of this flesh and material and nature in order to destroy it from the inside out. Such was the nature of National Socialism, and yet the first thing the enemies of National Socialism then, and the enemies of us now as Hitlerists, accuse us of being is – “political”, in the sense of anti-folkish, a derogatory term. But our doctrine stated here in Mein Kampf tells us that we repudiate the political developments that have made boundaries. And not only that but that political boundaries must be overstepped. So what then is the mission here in this sacred doctrine; it is the shaping of life anew! Not confined by politically set-up boundaries, which have falsely outlined federal States, entities which are falsely constructed and wear a mask of nationalism and a mask of federalism! The right to claim Territory! Now we come to the heart of the oak: “State borders are established by men and may be changed by men.” Or rather Hitlerism states that all borders politically constructed by men are not to be heeded but to be broken. One of the chains that imprisoned the German Nation, and the German Nation is the Volk, or Folk in English, which is a daughter language of German, although not a very loving daughter it would seem, yes the German Nation is the Volk which was imprisoned by the confines of a State which wore a false mask, it was phoney, and Hitler set out to free His People from the bars and chains of an enslaving phoney State, not all would follow their Leader to Freedom, in the end only the most faithful, only a few, and many of course died along the way, or gave their lives for the ideal of the return the true Fatherland, something magical and eternal, because the Fatherland has always been a otherwordly concept, to die for the Fatherland is to be set free from this world, set free from the chains of this world.

“May the walls of this prison fall

In the most sacred of storms,

And more noble and free will my spirit

Transpire to another unknown land.”  –  Holderlin

The Triumph of Immortality is the core of our faith, not the political party, not politrickery, not the confines of phoney boundaries neither the setting up of them, no, it is the sacred mission of the Heroes returning to Valhalla, in this Mystery of divine Victory of Eternity over Mortality! Triumph of the Will, release of the earthbound Spirit! Breaking of the Adamantine fetters of Death and Life and Division of the clone-golems of Planet Zion, delivered in pain via procreation by division. In this passage I have quoted from the Old Testament of Mein Kampf, it states in no uncertain terms that the National Socialist Idea is more like the Churches, not being bound to politically set-up borders, and the National Socialist Idea is more like the calling to be an apostle separated unto the gospel of God, a Divine calling of the red wild blood that beats out a rhythm in our veins. And what do they do to the apostles of God? Or as Saint Paul says about the vain Gentiles of the white race: “Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were they thankful, but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.” Have not the “wise” become fools? Why should we listen to the ravings of fools? When they call us “Political”, they are fools, who know not what they say, and they are guilty before God, they who changed the truth of God into a lie. After 1945, after the Apocalypse, National Socialism developed into Hitlerism, it always was Hitlerism in actual fact, a Divinely inspired Hitlerism: “Who sees in National Socialism only a political movement has understood nothing. National Socialism is more than a religion, she is the will to create the Superman.” – Adolf Hitler

Something beyond man is the aim, and it is even more than a religion, much more than a mere Church, and so the foundations of all the world’s religions have been shaken to their foundations by the emergence of a New Faith and  New Man, a New Race of men has begun, and their faith is Hitlerism which is the true faith of the Ehrean Kosmos. In Kampf Heil the Cross of Kristos, Lucifer the Bright Morning Star and Wotan the Wanderer!

The Helm: Updates

I am about to write the final notes in for the second edition of the unabridged english translation of Miguel Serrano’s

Manu: “For The Man To Come”

After reading this cryptic, augural and occult tome one truly is a New Man, a soon coming transformed being of bilocation has been born, who is both the Son and Father of Himself, and the new Holy Spirit, the Astralkorper.

The second edition of Manu has been worked on for about a year, and no word has been left unturned, time was not such a restricting factor for the second edition, not like it was in the first edition, produced at break-neck, nose-bleeding speed, racing against time and space in order to beat any foe there possibly could be; a publishing Blitzkrieg designed and executed with traditional Aryan Kabbalah and Magickal numbers, thereby fulfilling all prophecy relating to the Transition of the Ages.

The notes for Manu are complex and extensive, I am now about to start on the notes for the chapter: Mu. I Just finished the chapter: Manutara. Deep mystery, much patience and stoicism required here…I did get side-tracked for a few weeks making an attempt at deciphering the stylized Rongo Rongo tablets. Most of the Indus Valley scripts are late 2oth Century in origin, so it is easy to get confused, and not see the obvious Chilean hands in this metapolitical drama, that again is something rather peculiar to the international occult plays of the late 20th Century, with a few protagonists and many many doppelgängers and plagiarists, and redactors, with UNESCO as the biggest perpertrator of literary and artistic frauds…..UNESCO will one day have to answer for its crimes, sitting next to NASA in the witness-box! They will have to swear on the Book of The Helm!

The notes for Manu have been semantically formed by merging the private dialogues between Brother Francis and I. Same as what we did for the notes of Ultimate Avatar, (no quotation marks, no indication as to which one of us has made the note, could be either one of us.) Accept with a more occult orientation, not mythologizing any further the text, but analyzing more the aspects of the Initiation of Esoteric Hitlerism and the futuristic New Age Science of Individuation. Introducing and elaborating on the actual terminology and rituals and liturgies of our post 1945 Hitlerism, of which Don Miguel was the High Priest.

This book was originally authorized by the Führer, so our burden is heavy, a great weight, the Ring is heavy. But I am confident the notes will be a guiding light for the English-speaking Anglophone elite of the West, the Germanic Diaspora, and I am confident the notes will be right! The second edition of Manu will also have an exhaustive index by Kamerad Steve, same as what he produced for Ultimate Avatar…Without that index I would not have been able to achieve the notes as I now have for Manu, as I had to constantly cross-reference with the study, between Ultimate Avatar, NOS, and Manu, and Son of the Widower also, as well as the recent essays of Brother Francis appearing already on his blog. With this cross-reference I was constantly amazed at the accuracy of the description of the vision of this incredible Cosmogonic Weltanschaung, that was much more than breath-taking, it left me as if I could no longer even breathe the air of the world, it was like my mind had smashed through the outer shell of the universe, passing out right though its exterior into something else, like that old drawing with a man crawling out through the outer spheres of Heaven, poking his head out on the other side. That is how I feel sometimes, like the Universe is no longer big enough to contain these ideas, because they are Immortal. Such is the power of the Grail we hold and guard.

I believe that a release date for the second edition of the english translation of Manu will be set early next year.



    In dedication to the Blood Witnesses of the Munich Revolution and the NSDAP.

A poem by Savitri Devi

1923 9th November

Then came a day when confidence in Thy increasing might,

In Thy devoted followers and in Thy Destiny,

Thou stoodst in broad daylight against the public powers,

Slaves of Thy people’s foes, challenging them in an unequal fight;

A day when boldly facing the threat of the existing State

And its awesome machinery of oppression – its soldiery without ideas,

A tool in the hands of respectable authorities without souls-

Thy few and fiery faithful ones marched forth to storm for Thee

The citadel of undisputed power.


Their countenances bright with joy,

Their hearts full of that burning love that carries one to the ends of the earth,

And never turneth backwards;

Thy name upon their youthful lips,

As in all times to come,

Already linked inseparably with the holy name of Germany,

On they went without fear…

Sunshine is beautiful, and sweeter still,

Is death for Thee, death for thy great Idea to triumph;

For Thy reign to come.


On they went, and no force upon the earth or in heaven could stop

The impetus of their conquering step;

For theirs was Germany’s eternal soul after a long time wide-awake and free;

Theirs, the message of truth, the spell of resurrection;

And theirs, in spite of all -

After the coming flash of power and of glory,

And following untold years of martyrdom-

The lordship of the future;

Theirs the world, in its new golden age, after the final crash.


On they went. On its topmost wave,

The great unfurling tide of History that none can alter ar arrest,

Carried them to their fated goal:

To glory in unending time, – but first, to death.

The rifles of the wavering State went off,

And the bullets flew; and on the ground, in pools of blood,

Lay sixteen men of those who were the very best of germany’s best,

Thy faithful ones of early days, Thy chosen few,

Men of all trades and of all ranks, men of Aryan blood alone,

Men of all ages too, the oldest over fifty, the youngest just nineteen,

But all young men at heart, all looking to the future,

All men who firmly felt that, to begin anew,

And to build in truth and fervour, trusting one’s fate,

It is never too difficult, never too late.


In brotherly equality, in pools of blood they lay,

The first ones of an endless list of martyrs of the Cause of life in truth,

Under its modern form; the first to win the honor of giving up their lives

For Thee and for new Germany, their resurrected Fatherland -

And Thine – and; beyond that, new Aryandom,

Thy world-wide dream of beauty, – and mine.


There they lay, while the might that Thou were soon to overthrow -

The might of those authorities in the service of foreign wealth -

Gripped a few other of Thy trusted ones,

And Thee Thyself, and led you all into captivity.

On Thee, the heavy fortress doors were shut for several months.


The newspapers mentioned the fact,

Mentioned also the death of the first martyrs.

But outside Germany, few understood how great a happening had taken place;

How great an upheaval, in joyous sacrifice and death was taking place.


Heil the sixteen Blood Witnesses! For they saw if first in death, and now are not dead!



Gerda Awake!

The Wanderer:

“Waken, Wala! Wala! Awake!

From lasting sleep, rise and appear at my call.

I call you again: Arise! Arise!

From earth’s hidden caves,

emprisoned in darkness, arise!

Gerda! Gerda! Woman all-wise!

From silence and darkness rise to the world,

With spells I rouse you; rise up and answer.

Your slumbering wisdom I would awake.

All-knowing one! Waken, awaken, O wala! Awaken!”



“Strong is your call; mighty spells have roused me.

From wisdom’s dreams, I rise at your call.

Who has shaken me from my slumber?”


The Wanderer:

“The Wanderer wakes you; I need your wisdom;

my spells have called you, from caverns of the deep,

on earth I have wandered, far have I roamed;

I searched for wisdom, strove by day and night in search,

No one on earth is wiser than you; you know that which is hid,

In the caves of the night, what hill and valley, air and water hold,

Where life is found, Gerda is.

Where brooding minds behold, you enfold them.

All things, All things,

seeking wisdom and council, I have waken you from slumber.”



“My sleep is dreaming; my dreaming brooding.

My brooding brings all my wisdom.

But while I sleep, the Norns are waking, and winding their cord,

And weaving al that I know:

The Norns can give you answer.”


The Wanderer:

“They weave for the world, spin what you tell them

but cannot change nought with their weaving,

You are wiser; you can give me council,

if the swift-turning wheel can be stopped.”



“Deeds of men have beclouded my thoughts;

my wisdom itself once felt a conqueror’s force.

A brave daughter I bore to Wotan; at his command

She chose heroes for Walhall.

She is valiant and wise as well:

So why wake me? You will learn the answer

From Erda’s and Wotan’s child.”





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