Douglas Mercer
December 13 2024
Continued from Empyrean (Part Two)
CHRISTIANITY
It is with great distaste that I turn to my next topic, the topic of the parasite religion which had infected the wonderful root and host of our people: Christianity. Would that it were not on my itinerary! For if there is anything which is unassailable in our world view it is the belief that for the health of our people everything foreign, everything extraneous, whether it be biological or ideological or aesthetic, must be eradicated and eradicated with extreme prejudice. For to develop along one’s own lines means one must remain pure and uncontaminated; for eons the major races had lived separated from one another (oceans and deserts and mountains) and so were able to evolve unimpeded by the other; to its eternal blessing the Germanic People had a habitat which was cold and brutal; it was this forcing ground, this testing ground which weeded out the sick and the weak and gave us the strength and ingenuity which were to be our salient characteristics. One of the cardinal insights of the various Volkish movements was that the grand adventure of German science had a sting its tail: mass movement. And with the inevitable resentment that our people naturally engendered the whole host of the inferior races with their teeming deformities and misshapen souls would see an outlet in our lands. We saw this tendency and that it would only grow in the future. By 1920 we knew that now was the time to do something about it, to solve, as was said, the problems of living forever.
It was the great jurist Schmitt who said that being rid of Jews is not enough (though it’s a good start ran the joke) but one must be rid of the Jewish spirit. That is the racial element of the Jews though arduous to extirpate can be done—anyone who doubts this I’ll show the film of the fires—but the mindset of the Jew is a trickier thing. The Jews are sophists who proceed by misdirection and in the most basic sense they are actors who prospered by the slickness of their words. It was never any wonder that they made their mark (evil though it was) in professions where a profligate loquaciousness was prized: journalist, novelist, critic, actor, politician. By their words they deceived and it was this parasitical language and world view which from 1850 on seeped by osmosis into our souls almost unbeknownst. Wagner made a valiant effort to forestall this with his noble Jews In Music, positing that no Jew had the spirit for high art but that the Jews were infiltrating and debasing our art—but he was pilloried from pillar to post for his efforts—an example of the idiom that no good deed goes unpunished. This is why in order to be rid of the Jewish spirit Schmitt proposed for scholars wherever possible not to use Jewish sources; but if in the event they absolutely must do so in the footnote one was to put a large yellow J next to the note, lest the unwary be fooled. For with the Jews one must mark him out (in red letters if need be!) in order that no one remains unaware of the danger in their midst.
As for Christianity this was from the beginning a Jewish Operation just under separate cover if you will. Would the lying apostle have met with vast success in Arabia and never set one dirty foot on in the hallowed precinct of Europe. He was the Trojan Horse if there ever was one, infecting our noble people with the debased and degenerate and poisonous mushroom of the Gospel of Love. In the early fifties along with another group of former officers I had the signal fortune to meet Adolf Hitler in a small room. He thanked us for our service and said that now that we were no longer at war, now that we had achieved the only kind of peace worthy of the name, a German Peace, and that this beautiful serenity had suffused the far corners of the earth with its laurel blessings, it was now our task to remember the future and to create it. He then said two more things which I will never forget. He said that it was the task of every German man, that it was the supreme duty of every German man, to create a New Germany at every moment and to go on creating a New Germany forever. He also warned us in a serious tone that though we were no longer engaged in battles of arms we were—and one must never forget it—still and always at war and when it comes to the imperatives of life one must never be kind. It was so simple and direct that it was almost heartbreaking, this was the truth of this man who some thirty years before had been sleeping on a park bench, reached the pinnacle of the earth’s history, and now in his remaining years had the honor and duty to shepherd his people on to the final path—one must never be kind. And of course it was this selfsame message that out people long before had imbibed from Nietzsche, that the dawn of the coming race were steeled and hardened men who were to be as uncompromising and merciless and implacable as iron. This coupled with his timeless message that this religion that we had adopted from the Jews was a slave and a plebian and a rabble and canaille religion; and that all the Churches (this coming from a Pastor’s son!) should be razed and on the sites poisonous snakes should be raised. We did not take this last, possibly mischievous, message literally but bulldoze them into the pit of time we most surely did; the last in 1968 in a grand ceremony at which I was lucky enough to speak at, saying a few suitable words.
Goethe mused about what would have transpired had the Germans never adopted Christianity; it was a lament of the great man and one that reverberates down the corridors of time; how indeed does one analyze the after effects of 2000 years of delusion? Tomes of course could be written but my brief is to summarize and explain, not to delve to very bottom; so like much of this extended essay I will be very idiosyncratic but I hope that the emblems I choose will cover the main.
Were one to take one artwork which by looking at it would symbolize Aryan man in his heroism and grandeur one could do worse than to pick the statue of David. And yet why David? Of all of the models and the images that the Michelangelo had to choose from he dredged up one form the Jewish Old Testament and the stark contrast in bold relief shows one the issues that are at stake; and when he showed the moment of creation he famously has the Jewish God nearly touch the hand of Adam; by all accounts the artist was a “god haunted man” but images and icons matter; and by choosing these he led our people astray. It is this which Schmitt was referring to but writ large; things that too often are unseen or unthought infiltrate the mind like a parasite; which is why this principle is the most basic one of our education; to extricate all of the foreign influences in our culture to return to that paradise that Goethe only mused about. This has been the works of many minds over a generation but we have come quite near the conclusion.
All hail Martin Luther we once said: I doubt it, as he was the ultimate cuckoo, giving birth to another race’s ideas ; he gave us the gift of the German tongue, he gave us the gift with which we speak in sonorous deep profundities; and he gave the very inwardness of the German man; and after tarrying with sympathy for the Jews for some time he came to see them for what they are and proposed the only solution they were meant for: the flame. But still in the long scale of things Luther is not even an equivocal figure, he freed us from Rome but kept us in shackles to Jerusalem, kept us in thrall to a religion of slaves and beggars. His notion of being saved by faith was akin to how many angels can dance on the head of a pin and yet the Aryan race went to war over the excruciating minutia of Jewish rabbis: works of faith? In 1572 in Paris one weekend 10,000 Aryan men met their death fighting over this mind bogglingly irrelevant question. What tragedy! What farce! Very famously it was said that during his time the Christian religion was Germanized; there is a pittance of truth in that but one can mend the surface but down in the soul the truth always speaks; how much did the evil German Church vex our Fuehrer in this time of war! When in 1939 he sent his doctors across Europe to rid us of the frail, the sick, and the insane what an outcry did these sniveling bureaucrats of the spirit make; so much cacophony that we had to shut the program down for a few years due to the expedience of the war; how often did our great leader decry the fact that he had come to the power in a Christian nation, how much did they impede our progress. They were the homunculus on our back all through the struggle and the war; it was only Victory which taught them what truth is.
The most basic symbol of what this debased religion did to our people was written by a Jew. Heinrich Heine was that most facile and superficial of poets yet how many German grandmothers were taken in by him and said that he had graced the German language. How wrong this is! The German language is meant for the depths and the profundity of the abyss and our superficial Jew skated prettily on sold ice; and to see what the Jews thought of our people it is instructive to quote the Jewish poet:
"Christianity, and this is its greatest merit, has somewhat mitigated the brutal German love of war, but it could not destroy it. Should that subduing talisman, the cross, be shattered, the frenzied madness of the ancient warriors, that insane berserk rage of which the Nordic bards have spoken and sung so often, will once more burst into flame. This talisman the cross, this Christianity is fragile. And the day will come when it will collapse miserably. Then the ancient stony gods will rise from the forgotten debris and rub the dust of a thousand years from their eyes. And then Thor, with his giant hammer, will jump up and smash the Gothic cathedrals. Do not smile at my advice, the advice of a dreamer who warns you against Kantians, Fichteans, and philosophers of nature. Do not smile at the visionary who anticipates the same revolution in the realm of the visible that has already taken place in the realm of the spirit. Thought precedes action, as lightning precedes thunder. German thunder is of true Teutonic character. It is not nimble, but rumbles ponderously. Yet it will come. And when you hear a berserker crashing such as never before has been heard in the history of the world, then you will know that the German thunderbolt has fallen. At that uproar, the eagles of the air will drop dead. The lions in the remotest deserts of Africa will hide in their royal dens. A play will be performed in Germany which will make the French Revolution look like an innocent idyll."
Listen to what the Jews says! He says that the religion of the Nazarene is a talisman, an object of magic that brings good luck. Good luck for whom? Obviously not for the German, but for the Jews. The picture he paints of what shall happen when this fetish object is dispensed with is accurate in outline but, as is typical of the Jews, is histrionic and overly dramatic. He lets on that the Germans will be nothing less than insane in our fervor; but I can promise you that no berserker rampage ensued; but an orderly and methodical and precise settling of accounts. We are Gottglaubig now and we follow nothing but the law of nature; nothing but the dictates of our own inward souls which is the imprint of nature on our minds; and now we shall indeed perform a play.
THE MASSACRE AT VERDEN
We have long memories; and we serve our justice cold. Above anything else what Christianity did, the theses we will nail at its door, was disenchant the world; in the ancient world we lived near the gods in a numinous world of supernatural awe, we felt them in fields and stream and brooks and in the storms and clouds, and most of all in the thunder and lightning and in the depth of our forests primordial. We then lived in the simplicity of things and nature was a language which we read; with the coming of the Jewish religion to Europe nothing less than life itself was killed; and no nail in the coffin of our people was more horrifyingly final (or seemingly so) than what happened at Verden. It was the noble Saxons (long live their name!) who held out the longest in the tide of the Jewish onslaught. That this Jewish power was being fought for by the self same Aryans is what makes it so tragic; indeed after all these centuries it is what makes one’s blood boil; as every schoolboy now learns the Saxon War was comprised of campaigns of the thirty-three years from 772, when Charlemagne first entered Saxony with the intent to conquer, to 804, when the last of our stalwart holdouts were defeated. In all 18 campaigns were fought, primarily in what is now northern Germany. They resulted in the incorporation of Saxony into the Frankish realm and the extirpation of the religion of the people.
Let there not be fables thrown in the eyes of our people: this was a religious war, a war of ideology and a war for race soul. What the contrary mind and perverse soul refuse to do with persuasion let them leap to accomplish when compelled by fear said the Christian poet; one of Charlemagne's famed terms of capitulation outlined part of the religious intent of his interactions with the Saxons. In 785, he issued the Capitulatio de partibus Saxoniae which asserted: If any one of the race of the Saxons hereafter concealed among them shall have wished to hide himself unbaptized, and shall have scorned to come to baptism and shall have wished to remain a pagan, let him be punished by death. So ran the writ; and in this case no man was king of his castle or lord of his manor; the king’s writ ran everywhere. That such vicious foolishness should befog the mind of European men must still, at this very late date, boggle the mind; to pick up arms to fight on behalf of another and deem oneself heroic is to cast oneself on the shameful pyres of history. A foreign god had come to the Teutonic lands and it took us some 1200 years to eradicate it.
We all know the story. To tell it tersely:
And finally our brave men, overmatched, led to the Massacre at Verden when Charlemagne ordered the death of 4,500 Saxons in in October 782.
When the years of struggle were over and we came to power our artists and scholars fastened on this historical episode and all the textbooks were edited to highlight the epochal nature of this event, not just another in the long line of events, but when great Pan was killed. To think of the great minds that were benumbed and benighted with this fairly tale beggars belief. Unfortunately for our people for a long time Verden went unremembered, seemingly something very distant or quite far away, but it was never that; by the late Nineteenth Century when the pristine Volkish movement began to make its headway its significance was beginning to be seen; landscape architect Wilhelm Hubotter designed a memorial know to us as Sachsenhin (Saxon Grove) that was erected at the site of the murder and this site became a hallowed meeting ground around the shrine for our Black Knights the Schutzstaffel (SS). Those killed began to be seen as a resistance force in defense of our traditional Germanic beliefs in the face of a foreign religion. In his magisterial book Germanische Heiligtumer (Germanic Shrines) Wilhelm Teudt gave the dramatic story a pride of place. Our adjutants of culture made sure that the books our children read referred to Charlemagne not as Karl the Great but Karl The Slaughterer and by the late 1930s more memorials were heaped up which are now part of every itinerary of study for our new found wandering birds. Our master ideologue Alfred Rosenberg led the movement to make the leader of the Saxons Widukind (Child Of The Forest) the Great One whom all the chronicles remember. In this way a great people began to control the symbols and the memories; and as any pedagogue or philosopher knows that is the crucible by which the spirit of our people lives. And the symbol of all symbols, the controlling one which emanated from this mortal conflagration was the Irminisul, called wand in our language but which is better seen as a pillar; and Charlemagne destroyed the Irminisul which was so much at the very center of importance to the religion of our people. And once he had done this fell deed the desecration occurred when a church was erected on its place in 783 and blessed by Pope Leo III. Sacred trees and groves were widely venerated by our Germanic peoples, first and foremost the Oak and our oldest chronicles describe the Irminisul as a Oak trunk which had been placed in as a pillar in open field. And so in this way our past was subsumed in the future of another; in this way we were disinherited. But as any student of myth knows this is the oldest one in the annals; think of Odysseus returning home a beggar to see the usurpers drinking his wine and lounging in his rooms with designs on his wife; one shot of the bow from the hero however and all is over. As is said we have long memories; and we raise all the ghosts until they flee in terror, never to return. And we do it always with cold hearts.
Continued at Empyrean (Part Four)
