Empyrean (Part Ten)
Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 10:43 pm
December 24 2024
Continued from Empyrean (Part Nine)
STRUGGLE
They say that when the Bolsheviks entered St. Petersburg they expected there to be fierce fire fights all along the way; so they were quite surprised when they found all the buildings empty; in the end they simply walked in sat down, and began doing business. The worse was the better as Lenin said—but this was plain abdication. The Jewish Revolution in Russia was a tragedy for our race; millions were killed in the 1920s and then the Jewish genocide of our people unfolded in grisly horror in the Ukraine Famine in 1931-1932 in which four million of our people were killed; for any remaining soft heart these actions more than justify every last thing we did to the Jews---what is more, they called for it and demanded it. In many respects they got off light considering many still breathe. And anyway revenge is always just provided it is accomplished with a cold heart.
The reason for being of communism was that it must grow or die; it was always for export, being international, ie, Jewish in nature. We finally bottled it up and extinguished it with extreme prejudice but had Stalingrad gone the other way it would have spread its evil designs on a planetary scale; before we murdered them both Ho Chi Minh and Mao Tse Tung stood at least a decent chance of prevailing, Eastern Europe would have been dominated by it; and the Capitalist West would have succumbed to a kind of cultural communism which would have been meant to bury their native people; for our purposes the focus is on the Jewish Revolution that spread to Germany and the infamous murder of our people and the cowardly vacillation on the part of the government; only because of our Freikorps, those brave paramilitary units, who terrorized the communists and expelled them did we avert utter disaster. But of course what we were left with was the dregs of Weimar and the unremitting chaos of scores of ever splintering parties and arcane schisms and strange alliances; democracy in Germany! As if we were going to set up Quaker meeting halls and debate our way to the future. In 1932 in one our street battles our men chanted: we shit on democracy, we shit on Jewish Revolution!—it was our credo throughout.
And it was amidst this helter skelter of forces that in 1919 the National Socialist Germans Workers Party was formed and it proved to be the salvation of the German race. For a long while we were tagged with the name Nazi, and I can say that as I have traveled extensively in America and searched their archives I got a real feel for just how low the Jewish Propaganda could go; for in their shorts films which they produced to amuse and deaden the sensibility of the people one can see how catatonic the average American is; we all know that communist Chaplin with his Great Dictator; but they had a series of short films where three Jews made out to be “numbskulls” (in the American parlance) who would repeatedly hit one another over the head and, believe it or not, this was a source of infinite mirth; one of these abominations was called You Nazty Spy in which they attempt to parody Hitler and Goebbels but only go to show that for the Hebrew Race the basement is just the beginning of the descent downward.
This Party proved to be the last and only hope of Germany and it was on its strength alone that our present position on the commanding heights was achieved. As everyone knows the National Socialists attempted a coup in November of 1923; it was in those tragic days that the first of our men were killed, giving rise to the grand myth of the Old Fighters and the Blood Banners. The Old Fighters are those who were there in the beginning, who were there at the Beer Hall and who carried the flag and who after that failure worked ceaselessly for our noble cause. To be an old fighter is to be blood royalty among us; to be an Old Fighter is now to be a legendary figure; we still have many among us and on our sacred holidays they have pride of place, as if they were mythical creatures or chimera, to have been a giant when truly giants walked the earth. I was born in 1920 so my first memories were of being told of these men and the battles they were fighting; my father was a professor who, sick of the decadence and sheer mockery of Weimar, joined the party in 1928; he brought me to many of the gatherings and the meetings and indeed my first glimpse of Adolf Hitler was just after that; my recollection is of a magic night of stellar darkness and shimmering lights and expectant crowds and the feeling of festivity like something new was being born, a new Germany which would be worthy of the old; and now as one by one these old fighters fall they are buried in a specifically dedicated mausoleum of pure white and great height in the East in the majestic city we call Germania; and spread around in hexagonal wonder they are lain to rest near the very center where a masterful and imposing sarcophagus holds the earthly remains of Adolf Hitler. There are the blood banners too and indeed this is the grove of our people, as it is called, the nodal point where memories and the future merge; a place when approached from the west seems to be all white and shimmering with pure marble as if the sun might shine on it and set it on fire were not its surface so cool.
The politics of the late 1920s and early 1920s is well known. We were at first a marginal party but our ultimate success hinged on a single thing: our Fuhrer was the absolute leader (leadership principle) and he refused to compromise on a single aspect of our ideology. So powerful was he because what had started out as the Hindenburg trial had become the Hitler trial due to the stark contrast between the drab and tired and bluffing old man and the actor like and histrionic flourishes of our great leader, our great performer who with his impassioned and cutting speeches held a nation spellbound and mesmerized. His imprisonment was a gift, giving him time for that university education he had never got, and the time to write his majestic book, the one that distilled the essence of his world view which formed the basis of all subsequent action. And while the operating principle of nearly all the parties was to make alliances, and to gather as strange bedfellows, our leader forbade such dalliance. The only party we would merge with was one that would be strictly under our leadership; short of that we would go it alone. Hitler knew that we must leap on the stage of the world on fire and in full armor; or not leap on to it at all, and it was this austere intransigence that led to victory. Prior to 1929 we had one great leap forward in the polls and then we fell back as the economy improved, for when people’s bellies are full they rarely think of the future. It was the Depression, that catastrophic fall of Jewish economics, which led to our ultimate ascent—as more and more saw the decrepitude of a system based on money not on people----and the need for a withdrawal from the international Jewish system. That is we must have a country of our own, based our own interests, so that we might develop along our own lines; and it was these foundational points that Hitler made again and again until the door that had been closed was ours for the pushing.
In his lifetime Hitler encountered a handful of men more powerful, at the time, than himself and entered into an expedient alliance with them. To a man, the other men believed that they needed Hitler but would simply use him for their own purposes as an instrument of their own power and then discard him. In each instance Hitler quickly got the better of the other man, used him as an instrument of his own power, and then discarded him. He would then leapfrog over that man to the next man and repeat the process. Indeed, even those who disdained Hitler invariably gave testimony that Hitler had an almost supernatural and unerring instinct for politics. Hitler just would have said that he had an unshakeable bedrock of belief that allowed him to make the right decision at every moment of his political life. The last man that Hitler used and passed by was the fat conservative and Junker throwback Hindenburg. When he was gone, the thousand years was fully in view and it was only a matter of details when he was thrown over; they say that the old General thought he had everything sewn up until the night when he and Hitler went to the windows to greet the public in commemoration of the agreement; what he saw frightened him, for what he saw was a true show of our strength, and a mass vista of men with torches and singing greeted out new Leader. It was said after that when Hindenburg witnessed this spectacle he had more than second thoughts—but by then it was too late, our struggle was over. And as for the other men who tried to manipulate Hitler for their ends Fritz von Papen is representative. It is reported that so confident was he that he could utilize Hitler as his stepping stone that he rashly predicted to the doubters that by the time he was finished with him Hitler would be so far in the corner that he would squeal. I can report dispassionately that the old man did not live to see the year 1945; and that those were infamous last words.
I can see now that I am more than midway in my story and that only a quick few dashes are left—up in the Fortress the work goes on and though no official pronouncements are made the word of mouth is that it will be done by the end of this year or early next year, December 1980 of January 1981. Of course no one knows exactly what they are doing up there but equally no one whatsoever doubts that we are on the verge, the vey cusp of what it has meant to be one people, the German people, and that we are seeing culmination of the German Mission. And as I begin to take more and more leave of my writing I go out into the Village Square I see the same euphoric expectation on the beautiful faces of my people that I saw that spring of 1933; that was a time when the March Violets were pouring into our Party giving much consternation to the Old Fighters at the notion that these fly by night patriots might share in the bounty of victory with them. By now there are no such divisions; having set out racial characteristics on a sound basis for all time and having coordinated all of society, all of whom have obeyed freely---we are one people, the German people, and there is no longer anything that does not belong to us.
Continued at Empyrean (Part Eleven)
Continued from Empyrean (Part Nine)
STRUGGLE
They say that when the Bolsheviks entered St. Petersburg they expected there to be fierce fire fights all along the way; so they were quite surprised when they found all the buildings empty; in the end they simply walked in sat down, and began doing business. The worse was the better as Lenin said—but this was plain abdication. The Jewish Revolution in Russia was a tragedy for our race; millions were killed in the 1920s and then the Jewish genocide of our people unfolded in grisly horror in the Ukraine Famine in 1931-1932 in which four million of our people were killed; for any remaining soft heart these actions more than justify every last thing we did to the Jews---what is more, they called for it and demanded it. In many respects they got off light considering many still breathe. And anyway revenge is always just provided it is accomplished with a cold heart.
The reason for being of communism was that it must grow or die; it was always for export, being international, ie, Jewish in nature. We finally bottled it up and extinguished it with extreme prejudice but had Stalingrad gone the other way it would have spread its evil designs on a planetary scale; before we murdered them both Ho Chi Minh and Mao Tse Tung stood at least a decent chance of prevailing, Eastern Europe would have been dominated by it; and the Capitalist West would have succumbed to a kind of cultural communism which would have been meant to bury their native people; for our purposes the focus is on the Jewish Revolution that spread to Germany and the infamous murder of our people and the cowardly vacillation on the part of the government; only because of our Freikorps, those brave paramilitary units, who terrorized the communists and expelled them did we avert utter disaster. But of course what we were left with was the dregs of Weimar and the unremitting chaos of scores of ever splintering parties and arcane schisms and strange alliances; democracy in Germany! As if we were going to set up Quaker meeting halls and debate our way to the future. In 1932 in one our street battles our men chanted: we shit on democracy, we shit on Jewish Revolution!—it was our credo throughout.
And it was amidst this helter skelter of forces that in 1919 the National Socialist Germans Workers Party was formed and it proved to be the salvation of the German race. For a long while we were tagged with the name Nazi, and I can say that as I have traveled extensively in America and searched their archives I got a real feel for just how low the Jewish Propaganda could go; for in their shorts films which they produced to amuse and deaden the sensibility of the people one can see how catatonic the average American is; we all know that communist Chaplin with his Great Dictator; but they had a series of short films where three Jews made out to be “numbskulls” (in the American parlance) who would repeatedly hit one another over the head and, believe it or not, this was a source of infinite mirth; one of these abominations was called You Nazty Spy in which they attempt to parody Hitler and Goebbels but only go to show that for the Hebrew Race the basement is just the beginning of the descent downward.
This Party proved to be the last and only hope of Germany and it was on its strength alone that our present position on the commanding heights was achieved. As everyone knows the National Socialists attempted a coup in November of 1923; it was in those tragic days that the first of our men were killed, giving rise to the grand myth of the Old Fighters and the Blood Banners. The Old Fighters are those who were there in the beginning, who were there at the Beer Hall and who carried the flag and who after that failure worked ceaselessly for our noble cause. To be an old fighter is to be blood royalty among us; to be an Old Fighter is now to be a legendary figure; we still have many among us and on our sacred holidays they have pride of place, as if they were mythical creatures or chimera, to have been a giant when truly giants walked the earth. I was born in 1920 so my first memories were of being told of these men and the battles they were fighting; my father was a professor who, sick of the decadence and sheer mockery of Weimar, joined the party in 1928; he brought me to many of the gatherings and the meetings and indeed my first glimpse of Adolf Hitler was just after that; my recollection is of a magic night of stellar darkness and shimmering lights and expectant crowds and the feeling of festivity like something new was being born, a new Germany which would be worthy of the old; and now as one by one these old fighters fall they are buried in a specifically dedicated mausoleum of pure white and great height in the East in the majestic city we call Germania; and spread around in hexagonal wonder they are lain to rest near the very center where a masterful and imposing sarcophagus holds the earthly remains of Adolf Hitler. There are the blood banners too and indeed this is the grove of our people, as it is called, the nodal point where memories and the future merge; a place when approached from the west seems to be all white and shimmering with pure marble as if the sun might shine on it and set it on fire were not its surface so cool.
The politics of the late 1920s and early 1920s is well known. We were at first a marginal party but our ultimate success hinged on a single thing: our Fuhrer was the absolute leader (leadership principle) and he refused to compromise on a single aspect of our ideology. So powerful was he because what had started out as the Hindenburg trial had become the Hitler trial due to the stark contrast between the drab and tired and bluffing old man and the actor like and histrionic flourishes of our great leader, our great performer who with his impassioned and cutting speeches held a nation spellbound and mesmerized. His imprisonment was a gift, giving him time for that university education he had never got, and the time to write his majestic book, the one that distilled the essence of his world view which formed the basis of all subsequent action. And while the operating principle of nearly all the parties was to make alliances, and to gather as strange bedfellows, our leader forbade such dalliance. The only party we would merge with was one that would be strictly under our leadership; short of that we would go it alone. Hitler knew that we must leap on the stage of the world on fire and in full armor; or not leap on to it at all, and it was this austere intransigence that led to victory. Prior to 1929 we had one great leap forward in the polls and then we fell back as the economy improved, for when people’s bellies are full they rarely think of the future. It was the Depression, that catastrophic fall of Jewish economics, which led to our ultimate ascent—as more and more saw the decrepitude of a system based on money not on people----and the need for a withdrawal from the international Jewish system. That is we must have a country of our own, based our own interests, so that we might develop along our own lines; and it was these foundational points that Hitler made again and again until the door that had been closed was ours for the pushing.
In his lifetime Hitler encountered a handful of men more powerful, at the time, than himself and entered into an expedient alliance with them. To a man, the other men believed that they needed Hitler but would simply use him for their own purposes as an instrument of their own power and then discard him. In each instance Hitler quickly got the better of the other man, used him as an instrument of his own power, and then discarded him. He would then leapfrog over that man to the next man and repeat the process. Indeed, even those who disdained Hitler invariably gave testimony that Hitler had an almost supernatural and unerring instinct for politics. Hitler just would have said that he had an unshakeable bedrock of belief that allowed him to make the right decision at every moment of his political life. The last man that Hitler used and passed by was the fat conservative and Junker throwback Hindenburg. When he was gone, the thousand years was fully in view and it was only a matter of details when he was thrown over; they say that the old General thought he had everything sewn up until the night when he and Hitler went to the windows to greet the public in commemoration of the agreement; what he saw frightened him, for what he saw was a true show of our strength, and a mass vista of men with torches and singing greeted out new Leader. It was said after that when Hindenburg witnessed this spectacle he had more than second thoughts—but by then it was too late, our struggle was over. And as for the other men who tried to manipulate Hitler for their ends Fritz von Papen is representative. It is reported that so confident was he that he could utilize Hitler as his stepping stone that he rashly predicted to the doubters that by the time he was finished with him Hitler would be so far in the corner that he would squeal. I can report dispassionately that the old man did not live to see the year 1945; and that those were infamous last words.
I can see now that I am more than midway in my story and that only a quick few dashes are left—up in the Fortress the work goes on and though no official pronouncements are made the word of mouth is that it will be done by the end of this year or early next year, December 1980 of January 1981. Of course no one knows exactly what they are doing up there but equally no one whatsoever doubts that we are on the verge, the vey cusp of what it has meant to be one people, the German people, and that we are seeing culmination of the German Mission. And as I begin to take more and more leave of my writing I go out into the Village Square I see the same euphoric expectation on the beautiful faces of my people that I saw that spring of 1933; that was a time when the March Violets were pouring into our Party giving much consternation to the Old Fighters at the notion that these fly by night patriots might share in the bounty of victory with them. By now there are no such divisions; having set out racial characteristics on a sound basis for all time and having coordinated all of society, all of whom have obeyed freely---we are one people, the German people, and there is no longer anything that does not belong to us.
Continued at Empyrean (Part Eleven)
