Florian Geyer, Goetz von Berlichingen and Their Divisions

They named SS divisions after men like Florian Geyer and Götz von Berlichingen, and there is nothing strange about it. Because these weren’t “anti-authoritarian rebels” in the liberal sense. They were Teutonic avatars of the freeman-soldier, the wild nobility of blood and oath, untamed by throne or mitre and yet bound by the higher principles of honour, wrath, and destiny.

Florian Geyer led the Black Company like a mythic revenant of Wotan. He

was a knight against a fallen world who turned his sword against both

crown and cross in wrathful remembrance of a higher order betrayed. “No

cross, no crown” because both had become parodies.

“In a society that no longer understands the figure of the ascetic and

of the warrior; in which the hands of the latest aristocrats seem better

fit to hold tennis rackets or shakers for cocktail mixes than swords or

scepters…” 

Julius Evola, Revolt Against the Modern World, p. 163

The world is no longer fit for warriors, and the aristocracy is no

longer worthy of rule, but Geyer’s sword remembered, and so did the SS

who named a cavalry division after him.

 Götz was a man of fire-forged defiance. When flesh failed, he forged

a fist of iron. When emperors betrayed the folk, he cursed them in

immortal tongue. He was loyal to the ancestral blood that still surged

in his veins and his allegiance was to the Germanic will, to that sacred

axis of sword-law, clan-right, and divine fury.

Those who still feel the call of war, of legend, of the sacred flame,

will always be called “strange” by the gelded moderns, but National

Socialism reached backward in remembrance. It sought the archetypes of

the wild knight, the folk-warrior, the god-killer, the iron-handed

revenant of a race that once walked with the gods. These were living

symbols: figures who rose in the twilight between Reichs, and whose

legend burned with the raw flame of pre-Christian sovereignty.

Aesthetic? Yes. Mythic? Absolutely. But above all, ancestral.

Because as Savitri Devi noted, “National Socialism is the only modern

“ism” that is anything but modern.” It was an attempt to reconnect the

severed thread of blood and myth, to reawaken the thunder beneath the

cross and the spear beneath the crown.

SOURCE: Dispatches from the Past