Douglas Mercer
February 11 2025
Continued from Grail (Part One)
Few at the time recognized National Socialist Germany for what it was: a country with a magical Weltanscauung which had replaced the Cross with the Swastika. Every since Schliemann had dug up Troy and found the pottery and other ornaments covered in Swastikas and then found the same thing on the River Oder it became apparent to the intellectual class of Europe that the Swastika was the sign of the Aryan God, a sign meaning Good Fortune. Of course the enemies of the Reich called the Swastika the crooked Cross but one might just as easily (or more easily) call the Cross the crooked Swastika—but either way the two symbols are oil and water and represent the battle for the earth: Hitler or Christ. As always one must choose a side.
From the time he was in his early twenties Adolf Hitler sensed in his race soul the coming of this apocalyptic battle and became convinced that he himself was to play the lead role in this drama. He had a series of moments where he became possessed of the transcendent imagination of the total mind of nature, moments wherein his normal everyday consciousness became overwhelmed and flooded by an initiate’s secret knowledge; and it was in these trancelike epiphanies that he was read in to the secrets of the future; it was this which gave him is bedrock convictions about himself and his Party.
Of course, when his enemies became aware of these prophetic moments, they quickly leaped to the conclusion that Hitler was demonic and that he was practicing the Dark Arts of black magic. It is natural that they should do so for in dealing with a titanic force of nature such as Adolf Hitler they want first to cut him down to size and second ostracize him from the ranks of sound mental health. Certainly, what Hitler experienced was anomalous, but it was only the peculiarity of a holy man and sage who with the mind of his eye is able to extrapolate fate from the scattered images of the present. And once he was able to do so he dedicated his life to letting the future in.
The brain, the nervous system, and the sense organs taken together form a protective barrier against what would otherwise be the vast inundation of this total mind, acting like a reducing valve to ration out the stream of normal consciousness; it is this reduction in awareness which allows us to stay alive on the surface of this particular planet. But when one such as Hitler is able to “see” in a way that is nonsensory, see and hear the divine messages of an infinite reality, he is also able to limn that great twilight battle of values, forces, and relations which is always already underway; a battle between nature’s values of war and struggle against the values of peace and love; and this battle, as all such battles must be, was destined to be cataclysmic in nature. And it was through these secret faculties, these higher faculties, that Hitler was able to tap into and channel the future—in order to struggle and so let it in.
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In his youth Hitler wrote a play about religious sacrifice delineating the differences between Christianity and our ancient German religion. When his friend awakened in the night and saw Adolf in a feverish trance he asked him what he could be working on. The young Hitler only showed him a piece of paper with these words on it: Holy Mountain in the background, before it the mighty sacrificial block surrounded by towering stands of oaks. Two mighty warriors hold the black bull firmly by the horns and place its mighty head in the hollow of the sacrificial block. Behind them in light colored robes stands the priest. He holds the sword with his clean smooth blade with which he will slaughter the bull. All around solemn men, bearded men, leaning on their shields, hold their lances and watch the proceeding intently. When he read those words his friend looked up to see Hitler in a kind of hypnotic glare and he asked his friend, what is it? Hitler simply said: a play.
This was the sacrifice of the oak, the oak being the most sacred tree of the Germans, a people who considered trees to be holy. The slaughter of the animal beneath the mighty oak represented the the new and awaked Germany, awakened to its destiny of primal and tribal blood, an awakening which was to shake the world out of its lethargy and complacency. This dream play came from a secret space inside of Adolf Hitler and was a presentiment that he was to enact a play in Germany that would make all history hitherto look like an idyll; and it is a play upon which the curtain has yet to come down.
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The most perplexing fact about Adolf Hitler was that at the age of 23 he was a man without visible means of support sleeping on a park bench, living in doss houses and men’s home, and some 31 years later he came within a stone’s throw of subduing the world and achieving total domination over the Eurasian landmass; had he done so he would have formed a triumvirate with the Aryan Nations of England and America and so ruled the world. That much is now part of the universally conceded historical record. And to explain such by mere human calculation will always miss the palm; the gods know they have tried everything, that it was a mass consensual hallucination among the German people; that it was an outbreak of hysteria; and certainly, the ever-favorite prop and pat answer of Original Sin and megalomania make their requisite appearances.
But even in their heart of hearts the historians know that such academic legerdemain and boilerplate will always miss the essential. For how does one explain the supernatural soliciting of a divine being, and the play of the gods, by the means of the ordinary metrics of historical chatter? Put simply one does not. But the perplexity becomes a cat’s cradle when we learn that not only did this man, this unlikeliest of men, ascend from such marginality to so exalted an office, but he envisioned it all beforehand, saw it with a penetrating and clear vision while he was still on that park bench or scuttling to his lonely room in an alms house. Contemplating this the professorial hacks can at best note it and move on or simply throw up their hands; but surely in any printed work, outside of the more obscure and reviled presses, they will never seek guidance from a different source.
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It is said of Julius Caesar that he did not undermine Rome from within but from without. That is in the course of his ten years in France and England and Northern Italy he simply created a new and different system; and by the uncanny dint of his lone genius and his native wit and his courage and his acumen and his supreme organizational ability this system began to grow to monstrous proportions. This system never could have fit within what was left of the old Republic; it was something wholly new and something of such grand and outrageous proportions that it would always dwarf what had been set up theretofore.
So when the time came for him to cross the fatal river and toss his dice in the air he did not so much overthrow the old system as waltz right in, sit down, and begin to conduct his business. So sudden was it that to the undiscerning eye it must have seemed like one of those battle of old which always raged among the old families of Rome, but it was nothing of the sort. Caesar was a new man, the new man, and he was meant to usher in the Golden Age; for he had become such a colossus while wandering in the Northern Spheres that when he jumped onto the world’s stage he did so by setting all that was old on fire, and he leapt in full armor to astonish the many even as he appalled the few.
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They may be called heroes in so much as they have derived their purpose and their vocation not from the regular course of things, sanctioned by the existing order; but from a concealed fount, an inner spirit, still hidden beneath the surface, which erupts on the outer world as on a shell and bursts and explodes flame like and smashes the old order to pieces. But for all their relish for action at the same time these heroes are canny thinking men; they have an unerring instinct and insight into the necessities of time; and they know without blinking or without hesitation what time is ripe for. It is always theirs to know the nascent principle, the necessary, the direct sequent steps in the gradation of progress, the required degrees, which the world was to invariably take as if to them it were no more than a windup toy; to make their unerring aim, to impress the contours of their monstrous personalities on the frame of the world and render everything in existence moot. Often so great is the climax that these world historical men–the heroes of the epoch—must be recognized in hindsight, or even posthumously, as the creators of events, and certainly as the best of their time.
The fact remains that Adolf Hitler was a young man sleeping on a park bench, or moving from shelter to shelter, a man without means, a man outcast; and yet he knew that he knew all he needed to know, and he was dreaming even then of nothing short of world conquest. And had anyone asked this charter member of the down and out he would have expressed an unshakeable conviction that he was about to impose his fantasy life on the entire world; and all one has to do is consult the relevant sources to see that that is precisely what he did. But the professorial class say they have read all the books and think they know up from down; but they will never see this truth because you can search around the world but the most difficult thing to see is what is right in front of your eyes. For this is learning that one will never find in any book.
Continued at Grail (Part Three)
