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The White Gods

Extracts from The White Gods – Part III: THE OTHER POLE, from the unabridged English translation of Miguel Serrano’s ADOLF HITLER: The Ultimate Avatar.

“Since the days of Hyperborea, the Nordic Viras reactivated their chakras, their runic centres, from above to below, the reverse of the Yoga of Patanjali that goes from below to above. They searched for the way out through the other Pole, thus availing themselves of SHE-HE, the feminine element, so to speak, of Maga-Priestess, Valkyrie, Woewre, at the South Pole.

In some way this repeats the extra-cosmic Drama and involution of the Yugas. The Foreign, Exiled, entering into the material Universe of the Demiurge through some hole, window or fold; by Sunya, the Black Sun, Window of Venus. His mantra is HAMSA. The Stranger is made prisoner of the Eternal Return and the involution of Demiurgic Yugas. He now repeats the process of reactivation of his chakras, in search of the Way Out that will free him. From above to below, from the Golden Age to the shadows of the Age of Iron. Thus one might think of a certain coincidence between Yugas and chakras. The Satya-Yuga or Golden Age coincides with the Sahasrara chakra whose mantra is SAHAM and plane the spiritual Other Sky; the Treta-Yuga or Silver Age with the Ajna chakra whose mantra is OM and plane or heaven the realm of mind; the Dwapara-Yuga or Bronze Age with the Visuda chakra whose mantra is HAM and plane or heaven the aether; the Kali-Yuga or Iron Age with the Anahata chakra whose mantra is YAM and plane or heaven the air. The last chakra coincides with the cardiac plexus. And we have thereby the truth that all this Dark Age has been ruled by the Judaic counter-initiation of the “Heart of Jesus the Jew”.

The circuit is completed when the exit, Sunya, Void of the Black Sun, with its mantra HAMSA, actually comes down here below, on the Other Pole, polus antarcticus, wedding the opposites. The Vira has become round. He is a Divya.

In Nordic Hyperborean Yoga the Rune Chakras are more numerous, and thereby able to coincide with the Sandhya and Sandhyansa, as well as with several sub-Yugas. The Manipura Chakra coincides with this interlude where, after the end of a Yuga, the “Expiration” and Will to Power finds its balance, goes through its Rechnung (See my book Nietzsche and the Dance of Shiva) contemplating itself: the Sandhya and Sandhyansa. The Manipura Chakra is like a Sangham, or rather a point of reunion of the rivers of the soul, in the solar plexus. Its mantra is RAM, its plane or heaven fire. And it is water and fire that put an end to a Yuga, to an Age. In the language of the Runes this centre is called Bebe-Brucke, “Rune Bridge”, “Quaking of the Runes”.

In the Runic Book of the Zohar fundamental importance is given to the Goten, or Goths. This word comes from Guie, “good” comes from God; Gut comes from Gott. The origin of the Goten is unknown to us (like the derivation of the Vanir and Aesir). We only know that around the year 800 BC they descended from the regions of south Sweden, from Jutland in Schleswig-Holstein and headed towards the eastern regions of Germany. History goes back to the island of Gotland (Land of God, of the Goten). But the Goths came from submerged Hyperborea, the true fatherland of God, of the Gods. They belonged to the most sacred tribe or community of the German Aryans. Their Twin-Kings conquered all of Europe and settled for centuries in Spain, coming now from the East, divided in two branches: Ostro-goten (Ostrogoths), Bright Gods, relucent like the South Pole, and Weisgoten (Visigoths), Wise Gods, like a God.

Between the years 150 and 484 of our Era the Goths conqueared and colonized the regions of Russia, southern Turkey, Austria, France and Italy with their Twin-King, Alarich. And finally in Spain. Languedoc was Visigoth land. Their Twin King, Geiserich, crossed Spain and went towards Africa where he founded a kingdom that succumbed with King Gelirrier, led the Wandalen, or Vandals.

The Goths, Weisgoten, carried a Treasure with them, a mysterious Stone on which was engraved the Law and Wisdom of the ancestors, a Luminous Tablet, a strange Power: the Gral. This Treasure was always taken safely through their battles and their defeats. Yet it never fell into the hands of the enemy. It was the Treasure of Hyperborea. Together with its secret guardians, it was never found. Until the SS recovered it in the caves of Sabarthe, near Montsegur, placing it into safekeeping on the Gralsburg of Berchtesgaden, where they were able to decrypt it. But that Treasure was only a part of the Gral. The most secret wisdom was transported, in so remote centuries, to the Other Pole. Now found again in the possession of the Esoteric Hitlerists, the present-day Weisgoten….

…America, Huitramannaland, Albania, their most ancient names, has always been the traditional home of the defeated, Luciferians, Hyperboreans, crushed by great cosmic catastrophes, or by the enmity of animal-men. She was their true Ark of the Flood, with the destruction of Lemuria, Gondwana, Atlantis, Hyperborea. Some White Gods followed in the footsteps of others, always suspecting their forbears had discovered there impregnable refuges, perhaps the entrances into the Hollow Earth among the Oases of Antarctica. First came the survivors of the destruction of the visible remnants of Hyperborea (those islands submerged in the Arctic according to professor Wirth), then Blond Libyans, Trojans, Vikings, Templars and recently the Esoteric Hitlerists. Survivors of the ultimate Great War. Their predecessors received those who arrived last. But only the initiated Guides could reach the secret shelters. Only the immortals would be received by the immortals. The remainder would have to remain on the surface, disintegrating in the slow and excruciating agony of inevitable miscegenation, what professor De Mahieu has entitled The Agony of the Sun God. His first book was called The Great Journey of the Sun God.

The work of this extraordinary French researcher, based in Argentina, has been echoed in Germany, certainly, but has had no deep resonance in our America, or in the countries said to be Latin. In Spain his work is unknown, as in Chile also unknown. This is no accident, of course, obedience to a conspiracy directed to ignore every honest investigation, since his work endangers hundreds of years of systematic destruction of the traces of Hyperboreans in America and the invention of autochthonous indigenous cultures that I call “clutter from the slaves of Atlantis”. In addition to this drivel about the cosmic race of Vasconcelos, or the racial armpit of an Antenor Orrego, professor De Mahieu, an anthropologist, gives us indisputable evidence to support his claims, I identify with his struggle because since I was very young I have also been driven to find the traces of the White Gods, in open war against the oppressive atmosphere that surrounds us in this Brown America, as it is called by the apologists of the miscegenation and Mulattoism, the believers in the existence of  “indigenous cultures” and in the greatness of a civilization of hodgepodge, born from the detritus left behind by the slaves of Atlantis…

…This noble man and warrior, faithful guardian of the symbols of the Hyperborean Gods of yesteryear, and guided by them in Atlantis and then in Vinland, Huitramannaland, has been annihilated by the Great Conspiracy, robbed by that Conspiracy of their sacred land, destroying their spiritual cosmos as C.G. Jung also discovered, massacring them physically and morally with the Jewish Bible in one hand and a gun in the other.

The Eagle on the front cover of this book is Aztec, a symbol of the Black Sun, Polar, also engraved on the furniture of the Chancellery of the Third Reich. Hitler had designed it there, knowing the symbol will be the Fourth Reich, which will come on an Other Earth regenerated by Wakan-Tanka, the Thunderbird, after the victory over the powers of evil and darkness, when the power Wakan-Wotan has imposed order and justice in a spiritual extra-cosmic sense. And the Ultimate Avatar of the Fuhrer returns mounted on the Eagle of an Other Light, the Bird of Thunder…

…Think of those Germans who arrived in Chile, a little more than one hundred years ago, to colonize the south on the frontier with the Mapuche Indians. Even without mixing with the natives, their race has disintegrated. Because blood, that mysterious fluid, absorbs the chlorophyll of plants in a given region of living beings that is the Earth, the radiation of its minerals, the animal energy. That powerful and demonic potency, that acts on the Land of the demiurge, ends up defeating the purest Aryan blood if this has not been twice-born, passing through Mystic Death, becoming a true Aryan, a White God, in Paititi. Thus the Vira will be devoured by the “climate of the soul” of the world of American colour. The liver, Leber, in German (life = Leben; love = Lieben) transforms the energies of the nutrients in the blood: Blut, in German. Here is the origin of “type” and “race”. Racial continuity becomes possible, imprinting its seal, its “I”. But Blumen is also flower. Blood is the Flower of Race. An Ultimate Flower, delicate, easy to destroy. from its foliage, its leaves, its petals, the soul is fed, the “memory” of Initiate Hyperborean Race. Thus the “I” is incarnated, that “end of a golden string: only wind it into a ball and it will lead you in at Heaven’s gate” as Blake would say, and that will accompany the semi-divine man in his terrestrial exile. The mystery of the will also originates in the Hyperborean, Aryan Blood. The Hitlerists build a new world on Blood and Soil, if the soil changes, then little by little the blood will change, the blood memory. The Divine Hyperboreans, immigrants to the Other Pole, could only preserve the Flower of their Divine Blood, their inheritance of the Green Thunderbolt, within the Secret Cities of the Immortals, within the Andes, or within the Antarctic Oasis. Only there too could Hitler and his own keep the Sang-Real (the Royal Blood); they will preserve Grail until the return of the Wildes Heer.”

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Fever Poem

Fever Poem VII   by  Knut Hamsun

 

Now howls the autumnal wind

like a rain soaked dog against my

window,

Within my blood there stirs a frost

colder than the winds outside.

It unfolds within me

And reeks of poisonous blossoms.

The odour seeps out into the weather

from my nostrils.

It blooms in the garden of Hate.

It boils, it boils. I try

to no avail to fall into slumber,

I hear the flag line eternally

chattering and chattering against the

pole,

It staggers by doors, sneaks

on its toes, steps along the passage,

My pulse beating in barks

like a baying hellhound.

It boils, it boils, it boils.

 


Music Break

 


Happy Birthday Mein Fuhrer!

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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!


Breakdown Of Symbols, The Black Sun, and The Eschaton

Breakdown Of Symbols, The Black Sun, And The Eschaton.

By Kamerad Dan

As many readers are aware, I have spent a great number of years researching near-death experiences. My interest followed an NDE that I experienced when I was 14 years old after nearly drowning. My interest in this area was further secured when at 23, while reading I found that the physical universe was unfolding within my mind. I saw that my own life was a seeming mirage that was being viewed by a part of me that was much more vast. My life in that moment felt as though it was a very small piece of a much more intense being that existed posterior to my own humanity.

This experience left me utterly shattered for the better part of four years. It went against the grain of everything I thought myself and the physical universe to be. There was one aspect of that experience that I was unable to account for. Toward the middle of this event, I found that I was floating in space at the point I was completely disconnected from the physical body. All around me were pinpoints of light that were very much alive. These were undoubtedly stars. For many years I had attempted to make sense of this particular part of the event. I never quite knew what to make of it. At one point in this six-hour long ordeal, not brought on by drugs or alcohol, I reached a boundary where I was told that going further meant that I would have to surrender my human life. At that point I began to experience fear and then slowly came back to my sense and back to my persona, which again was only one very tiny part of what I really was.

NDE literature is rife with accounts of floating through a void or through space. It is also full of accounts of people floating above the earth. We have decades of accounts detailing these things. However, if we take what the scientific establishment tells us is the structure of the universe, dead souls floating around in space simply makes no sense. However, if we understand outer space to be what it actually is, the lower heavenly realm our ancestors understood it to be, we understand that the stars are nothing more than a higher symbolic form of the Pleroma that exists slightly above the broad plane of the earth. Allow me to explain this further.

The quintessential wisdom of this world, the opening to the great mystery, is that the earth, man, the stars and everything manifested is a symbolic representation of something much greater, archetypal realities. The sun, moon, and stars are also symbols of a more powerful and vast reality that remains unseen because we cannot comprehend it with human faculties. In the same vein, the body is only a representation of a much more profound and immortal archetype. Ritual in the ancient world was of extreme importance for just this reason. Ritual represented the union or communion of symbol with archetype. To close the loop with NDE’s, death is a ritual in its own right. It is only natural that the experiences of the dying are rich in symbolism.

A good question now is what exactly do the sun, moon, and stars represent? Let me begin by saying that unlike most human robots meandering through their existence, I do not believe the sun is visible as a thing in itself. It only reveals its light to us when it hits the atmosphere above the earth. If one were to escape the vertical bounds of the earth, they would find a much greater mystery, that of the Black Sun, which is to say the archetype upon which the terrestrial sun is an image of. I will add more on this later.

In previous posts, I have explained that the moon is now broadcasting strange inexplicable anomalies that cannot be accounted for. Many others seem to be taking notice of this as well. As early as 2010 I was explaining that the moon had a great deal of influence over the mind, especially the dreaming mind. A great deal of people have commented over the years that the moon has influenced their dreams. It goes without saying that during the full moon phases the collective mind is affected. there is more crime, accidents, etc. It is a time of “luna-tics”. We must now enter strange waters.

The moon has always represented the sub-lunar energies of death and decay. This is true even in our modern pop-culture. A mind that is trapped in causality is therefore bound to these energies in the worst possible way. When the body dies, the soul is still firmly under the influence of the moon, which keeps it held in the terrestrial world in a state unseen. Because ones sense of nostalgia wasn’t enough to breakthrough the grasp of the chthonic energies, these souls are recycled once again into the cosmic/archontic machine where they will once again be placed in human bodies, but not before a potentially long stay in the imaginal/subtle domain, which is still very much a part of the physical. The light of the moon is the light of many post-mortem souls reflecting back to earth. The dreaming mind is influenced the greatest during the time of the full moon because these chthonic energies are at their peak and have a great influence when minds are at their most vulnerable.

Keep in mind I am not referring to the structures themselves, but also to the archetypes these structures represent. Without entering into a deep culture critique against an age in turmoil, I will simply add that all evidence is beginning to point to a systematic breakdown of control mechanisms and the inevitable collapse of the world system. Make no mistake, the dissolution of the present order of things is a blessing. We ought to welcome it. A great evil is enthroned in this world that steals the vital energy of innocents. The prince of this world, its economy, its culture, and its role-models are vampiric in every aspect of their existence. Their heads must be removed.

Over time symbols can lose their meaning. Pay attention because that is a great mystery of its own. We can envision this breakdown of symbols much in the way we see language breaking down. When the language dies, it can no longer convey or express meaning. The sincerely held beliefs of organizations like NASA and the scientific community in general are dying, and so too are their symbols. When all hope is lost in the cosmic machine, the law of the Pleroma, which is freedom and infinity become manifest. For some that is a great blessing and for others the greatest terror known.

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Dreams of Wewelsburg

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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:

http://www.amazon.com/SERRANO-early-years-Prelude-NOS/dp/0692375686

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!


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