Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The Hammer, the Swastika and their Cosmic Destiny

Just today I came across this news:

 "Buried giant Swastika is discovered by builders 70 years after it was built as a Nazi memorial but will now be broken up by jackhammers"

You can read the full article HERE


Just in few hours the goverment decided to destroy this with jackhammers. Ofcourse thats nothing new. Especially in Germany. Probably the most jewish state in Europe right now. Before that many monuments destroyed, culture artifacts removed. Even family graves. Someone with even the basic understanding of whats going on today, perhaps will find it very logical and reasonable. Its natural that the world, this current and its established forces and what they stand for to want to throw into the oblivion the symbols of their ADVERSARY. Their NATURAL ETERNAL ENEMY who no matter what they do, in one way or another, in one form or another, always come back. 

However, to me what happened today has a more profound symbolism. Its the Wolf-age! the end of a cycle. The enemy knows that this will age will pass and its idols will fall. Yes, for one more time they will destroy the symbol  but for sure they can`t always destroying something that what it represent is ETERNAL, AGELESS and TIMELESS. The same goes also for the ideals of the people who build it.

I spoke before about the profound symbolism that instantly came to my mind upon hearing this news. 
All connected at this painting:

Thor's Fight with the Giants

Painted in 1872 by the Swedish artist Marten Eskil Winge.
In this painting the god Thor swings his HAMMER Mjölnir
  and wears the megingjörd. In this power-belt appears a SWASTIKA.

Hann spennir sik megingjörðum, ok óx honum ásmegin
(He girded himself with his belt of strength, and his divine strength grew)
PROSE EDDA - Gylfaginning

Here is The Hammer and the Swastika fullfiling their Cosmic destiny!


Monday, November 20, 2017

Long Live The Helter Skelter - Death To Pigs!


Charles Manson 
1934 -2017

"There's an image and a person that the District Attorney created called 'Manson Helter Skelter.' And there's an image that's in the press that you've been reading and watching and looking at for years. And that's built up in your mind. That's an image that somebody else made up. It's got nothing, really, to do with me personally. I am not that guy. But yet that guy is built up in your mind and you think that that guy is me. You think that I'm that fire-breathing, seven-foot-tall, no good hippie cult leader bullshit bunkum punk shit that they put on me, you know. And then sometimes I think you guys get to believing that shit.

"That's not me.

"I might be worse than that, in some ways."





 

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Ode To The West Wind

Blog's Note: 
The happenings and the wild natural phenomena these latest days in Athens. Inspired me to search an appropriate theme to post here.


 
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and Preserver; hear, O hear!


"this poem was conceived and chiefly written in a wood that skirts the Arno, near Florence, and on a day when that tempestuous wind, whose temperature is at once mild and animating, was collecting the vapours which pour down the autumnal rains. They began, as I foresaw, at sunset with a violent tempest of hail and rain, attended by that magnificent thunder and lightning peculiar to the Cisalpine regions"

   Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to The West Wind" (1819)
 


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Monday, November 13, 2017

Forest Enchantment Part II


SVARTTJERN  
painting by Herman August Cappelen

JOURNEY THROUGH THE COLD MOORS OF SVARTTJERN
Recorded in April 1993 by CARPATHIAN FOREST

 Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of Pan
as tears fall from heaven...
once I had hold the rarest rose,
But, that is now forgotten with time...

Among the tree's I wandered,
To feel the embrace of etemal eclipse
as my candle bums out,
-And we must make the myths...

Dark is the moon at harvest,
the nightly mist approaches
through the forlorned marshes,
-Then darkness has now been achieved...

"Crush your earthly virtnes,
As I stumbled through snow and frost
my feeble heart is longing for the wood,
where all dark cast a shadow...."

It's pale morrow landscape,
Has now risen through the bleak night
over the moors and mountains,
Flies the hunting ravens..., searching,

Dance through the cold shadows of Pan,
As tears fall from heaven,
Then, once I had hold the rarest rose...

Frozen is my pagan heart,
And once again the dawn is here
hear the sound of silence,
In these trees....
Are my gallows....




Forest Enchantment - The Art of Herman August Cappelen


Herman August Cappelen
(1827-1852)
A Norwegian painter influenced by the Romantic movement. A big part of his paintings have the Norwegian forests as theme. Below are some of his works.
You can read his full bio HERE 

Study of Forest (1850)
 
Decaying Forest (1852)
 
Forest Pond
 
More of Herman August Cappelen's art HERE
 
 
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Thursday, November 9, 2017

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Savitri Devi's Pilgrimage in Externsteine





The Rocks of the Sun
by
Savitri Devi 
 (An extract from Chapter 9 of Pilgrimage, edited with illustrations and captions by Irmin.
Originally published at Irminsul’s Racial Nationalist Library.)

 Die Externsteine: A reputed pagan solar temple, near Horn in northern Germany.
 

 
 The Externsteine, 23rd of October 1953, in the evening.

We rolled through and past Horn, without stopping, turned to our right as we reached the outskirts of the town and then, after another five hundred yards, to our left, and followed a beautiful asphalted road bordered with trees and meadows beyond which more trees—that same, unending Teutoburg Forest in autumn garb, that I was never tired of admiring—could be seen. I looked right and left, and ahead, and did not speak. I was watching the approach of evening upon the fiery red and yellow and brown of the leaves ready to fall, and thinking of the captive eagles and of enslaved Germany, and longing for the Day of Revenge—“der Tag der Rache”—as steadily as I had been, as a matter of fact, for the last eight and half years.

Then, suddenly barring the road, a row of vertical rocks about a hundred feet high—but looking much higher, specially from a short distance—appeared, evenly grey against the bright background of the sunset sky. I recognized them at once for having seen pictures of them, and exclaimed in a low voice, with ravishment: “Die Externsteine!” 


We stepped out of the car. I stood, automatically, apart from the other travellers, as though I were aware of the fact that we belonged to two different worlds; that they, even though they were Germans, were, here, but tourists, while I, even though a foreigner, was already a pilgrim.

I looked up to the irregular stone shapes that stood between me and the further forest, into which the motorable road leads. The familiar outlines fascinated me. Not that I was, for the first time in my life, visiting a place stamped with the prestige of immemorial Sun-worship: it was anything but the first time! I had seen Delphi and Delos, and the ruins of Upper and Lower Egypt: Karnak and the Pyramids. And I had, in India, visited the celebrated “Black Pagoda” built in the shape of a Sun-chariot resting upon twelve enormous wheels, each of which corresponds to a sign of the Zodiac, and presenting in sculpture the most splendid illustration of Life at all its stages—in all its fullness—from the wildest erotic scenes that adorn most of the surface of the lower walls, to the serene stillness of lonely medication: the meditation of the Sun-god Himself, whose seated statue dominates the whole structure. And I had visited the extraordinary temple of Sringeri, every one of the twelve columns of which is struck in turn by the first Sun-rays, on the day the Sun enters a new constellation....

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