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National Socialism, 30 Fundamental Truths for the Kampfer of the 21st Century

NATIONAL SOCIALISM: 30 Fundamental Truths for the Kampfer of the 21st Century

By Kristof von Kanwetzburg

 

https://www.amazon.com/National-Socialism-Fundamental-K%C3%A4mpfer-Century/dp/1545492824/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1499634544&sr=8-1&keywords=kanwetzburg

“It is important for the reader to also understand that the word Aryan is much more than a simple ethnonym. “Aryan” describes any place in the Cosmos where this magnifcent Race and its High Culture can be found; wherever the Aryan Man goes, so also goes his Culture. If all the Aryans were to disappear tomorrow, the human world would cease to be!”


Hakenkreuz, Thou Sacred Cross

New poem by Kamerad Kristof von Kanwetzburg

Hakenkreuz, Thou Sacred Cross

 

Hakenkreuz, thou sacred cross,

tell us your origin;

precosmogonic egg,

or single bead of sweat from Wotan’s brow?

We know you represent All-Father,

Avatar and Führer, All in One –

as such, you revolve both ways,

propelled by the carefully placed force

of your holiest emanations,

the grand-runes:

Ar, Tyr, Odal, Sig (Ger)

– “Artyros,” the way of clockwise expansion –

Ger, Odal, Tyr, Ar

– “Gota,” the way of counterclockwise return –

In your midst, oh sacred Fylfot,

dwell your immediate offspring,

a Husband and Wife,

Total Man and Total Woman;

there they sit, in the Polar center,

the double Hagal rune, entwined,

eternally fixed,

as the rocks of the Externsteine,

presiding in majesty like Poseidon on his throne;

resplendently defiant like sacred Helgoland,

jutting out of the deep… there they sit:

Rasse und Vaterrecht

(Anima et Animus),

jealously guarding their four children

Ar, Tyr, Odal, SigGer (Reggis)

and their twelve grandchildren:

Idee, Träger, Verbreiter (born of Ar-Kultur);

Volk, Führer, Staat (sired by Tyr-ein);

Blut, Boden, Erbe (the fruit of Odal’s loins);

Nicht-Wucher, Arbeit, Sozialismus (SigGer’s pride and joy).

Intently the All-Father watches the dance of his Blood,

from within the darkest depths of the Invisible Light,

to the luciferous clarity of its casting shadow,

from below and beyond;

the Black Sun binding all in super Ehrean Communion,

Invisible, Holy, visible, unholy…

We, the Elite, biding our time,

waiting our turn in unison,

for the days of Final Victory,

striving only to make Our Father proud.