tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81301024077005243832024-03-14T08:18:51.906+02:00OMAIMON PARADOSISMUSIC-HISTORY-CULTURE-ART-POLITICSUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger979125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-85924742875197044992024-03-01T23:23:00.000+02:002024-03-01T23:23:07.256+02:00A Meeting With Evola and Other Observations<div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTR28zWbraeR9iZZ7Oqv0oPHtZTtfLADfUfJNQMVkxbnipWajxVI3fugZjxomGXYRAasfMnnrHMeu6AHHHOb1rdCBwRxQi_2OEa5m6RXalphtonK6Z_c032R1fr0cJ8rRxVIGIw8HgnRyNg_x8DOBhY6w1mxZdYX35J8BQHzETD52uDFbq89DD1RPaQmw/s720/photo12.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="720" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTR28zWbraeR9iZZ7Oqv0oPHtZTtfLADfUfJNQMVkxbnipWajxVI3fugZjxomGXYRAasfMnnrHMeu6AHHHOb1rdCBwRxQi_2OEa5m6RXalphtonK6Z_c032R1fr0cJ8rRxVIGIw8HgnRyNg_x8DOBhY6w1mxZdYX35J8BQHzETD52uDFbq89DD1RPaQmw/s320/photo12.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>By</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Massimo Scaligero</b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I knew Evola at a time when almost everyone prudently distanced himself</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>from him: he revealed himself, by means of the journal La Torre, to be</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the boldest protester of the culture of the Regime. Even though those</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>around him created a type of vacuum, for that reason he carried on the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>attack unperturbed. That attracted my attention, even if I did not yet</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>understand what he was really driving at. In those days, around the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>spring of 1930, I went to him despite being advised against it by</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>well-meaning friends: I did not want others to decide for me. At that</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>time telephones in the home were rare, so the appearance at someone’s</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>home would not have been considered an indiscretion: in case of the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>absence of the person you wanted to visit, we used to leave a calling</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>card with the concierge.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I was curious to know the person who showed so much courage and about</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>whom Adriano Tilgher had spoken to me with admiration, albeit with</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>reservations about the content of his doctrines. I remember he called</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>him<i> “the most powerful dialectician of Europe”</i>. But that was not what</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>impressed me. I had yet to understand that Tilgher was referring mainly</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>to the dialectical battles at the Associazione per il Progresso Morale e</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Religioso (Association for Moral and Religious Progress), then directed</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by professor Giuseppe Puglisi, and headquartered in Piazza Nicosia</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(later, it was transferred to Piazza Campicelli under the direction the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>poet Raniero Nicolai) where, at the end of the conference, a debate took</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>place in which the usual participants included Professor John Imperato,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Professor Ernesto Quadrelli, Professor Giuseppe Palanga, sometimes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tilgher, and, finally, Evola, who regularly beat them all with</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>compelling arguments and humorous barbs.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9HGKZ7V9YWEYFIsLfCZILJVI7KmhpdF79pgqFwJpfiXlGPyEKBNO27jupZXLHUDiMRR-Cm6xwMXCZuUalbtq89CU1GNI1Yupz_BGkM8DiyaYwJVYIS1xIPqAIEOioujMoWANdmnv0iSAmshlyy4mn0ClZt8iBrsLCZw1ucHSYcAIyt3SJD9Qh1Q1t_s/s275/casaevola.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9HGKZ7V9YWEYFIsLfCZILJVI7KmhpdF79pgqFwJpfiXlGPyEKBNO27jupZXLHUDiMRR-Cm6xwMXCZuUalbtq89CU1GNI1Yupz_BGkM8DiyaYwJVYIS1xIPqAIEOioujMoWANdmnv0iSAmshlyy4mn0ClZt8iBrsLCZw1ucHSYcAIyt3SJD9Qh1Q1t_s/s1600/casaevola.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I knocked on the door of the next to top floor of Corso Vittorio 197 and</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>a youthful, tall, rangy character, undoubtedly older than I, opened the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>door: his expression was between Buddhist and Olympic, his bearing quite</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>calm. Having at once intuited the meaning of my visit, or rather, lack</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of one, Evola promptly met me with genuine affection and this affection</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>was the strength of the connection, beyond dialectics and doctrine, that</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>linked me to him for years.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>As I wrote in my book From Yoga to the Rosicrucians, I didn’t know that</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Evola had followed an esoteric path for a time and directed a group of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>aspirants to initiation, although his name was familiar to me from the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>journal Ignis.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I was already following my own very personal path since adolescence,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>which was between Yoga and the most unrestrained thought of the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>West—Nietzsche, Stirner, Bauer—but I did not like to talk about it with</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>anyone.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I recall that at first Evola was surprised by the meaning of my visit,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>neither political, nor esoteric: as I said, at that time he was subject</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>to continuous attacks and intimidations. I remember that the theme of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mountains and the inner impressions of the climb, the silence and</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>solitude of the peaks, united us right away. In a chapter devoted to</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Evola, in the book I mentioned, I outline the meaning of my relationship</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>with him: the encounter with a world that gave me the perception of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>thought as a primordial force.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I loved Goethe and Nietzsche for that reason: not the Nietzsche of the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>exaltation phase, but rather that of The Birth of Tragedy and Thus Spoke</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Zarathustra.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>At that time, I dramatically felt the state of death of the thinking of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the whole culture, every expression of culture, whatever its subject, or</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>its political complexion: I had the impression of moving in a vast</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>cemetery: I came out of it every time thanks to energetic meditation,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>but it was important for me to encounter, through Evola, a kind of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>thinking that I secretly cultivated in myself: a thinking still capable</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of life and freedom. After several years, moreover, I had to believe</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>that it was not so much the content of Evola’s writings which delighted</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>my inner self, but also feeling that content as a very personal</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>construction: a work of art: a work of brilliant, organic art, even when</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I felt the affects—to be clear—of Tantrism of the <i>“left Hand”.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The harmony with Evola was essentially this: the contact with a world of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>forces. But this was possible because I myself carried in me this world</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of forces: the recognition of their origin, however, gradually brought</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>about the orientation that was to carry me out of the path. But what is</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>not in dispute: reality is one, truths are many.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The dialogue with Evola reinforced in me the need for a distinction of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>values and traditions: that was decisive for me with regard to issues</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>such as karma and reincarnation, the essentially Christian character of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Western alchemy, the mysteriously Christian character of the Grail, the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>fundamentality of the Logos as Christ-Principle. I understood Evola’s</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>paganism, but I considered it only as a positive impulse of the quest</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>for what really was the Logos beyond all worldly expressions and beyond</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>what He had become in theological and ethical-political formalism.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJzN_5Eb8kyqUkHsqI_-X_K9ZAgh5TlYWo_NRbMskZEL2GVQPCrCID8Cv8lBCpOmgkJ3241NVkktI3I7ZV_JwqKbQfOiCTiKJWM7hTQFW93CzFDdn5EYyrp0oCSr-Oh4ulVF2UrlZPMtYyZiZwdDitj5031VM81dIH3i8qvU7fmEfD61TKmDbHVpfjKg/s800/Vel%C3%A1zquez_-_La_Fragua_de_Vulcano.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="621" data-original-width="800" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJzN_5Eb8kyqUkHsqI_-X_K9ZAgh5TlYWo_NRbMskZEL2GVQPCrCID8Cv8lBCpOmgkJ3241NVkktI3I7ZV_JwqKbQfOiCTiKJWM7hTQFW93CzFDdn5EYyrp0oCSr-Oh4ulVF2UrlZPMtYyZiZwdDitj5031VM81dIH3i8qvU7fmEfD61TKmDbHVpfjKg/s320/Vel%C3%A1zquez_-_La_Fragua_de_Vulcano.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Actually Evola is a strong medicine, a shock treatment, the application</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of force without mediation: as such, he acts in those who already have</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the power of mediation and just has the task of making it operative. But</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>if he truly realized that, he already has the principle of the Force.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Thanks to Evola, I encountered a decisive moment of my inner experience:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the feeling of liberation, which gives the image rather than knowledge</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of liberation: the heroic, mythic image, not cognitive. I then had to</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>discover that the cognitive way was necessary for me: Evola’s way had</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the cognitive appearance, but in essence it relied on the feeling of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>strength, not on its reality, penetrable and comprehensible by the power</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of the idea. To renounce this power of the idea, means to accept</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>super-nature mystically, or by faith.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>In other words, we do not enter into the magical by the feeling of magic</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>or by the dialectic of magic, but only by virtue of its initial power in</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the soul, which is ideational or imaginative power. Evola, indeed,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>cannot hide a certain contempt for thinking, or for a<i> “way of thinking”</i>,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>believing thinking as the expression of a specific sentient nature and</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>not of super-nature.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The ideal of the absolute individual was for him an expression of the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>will sufficient in oneself: thinking indeed has nothing to do with it,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>and he is right, but you cannot move away from it: nor can you willfully</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>experiment with thinking, which ceases to be dialectical, but</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>volitional. He pointed out that in yoga, essentially the strength of the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>will was awakened and recovered in its magical movement, and it becomes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the flow of Kundalini.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The whole power of Evolian<i> “persuasion” </i>is this immediacy of the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>possessed will. He refuses, as premise, thinking, the cognitive act, the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mediation of the idea: Evola always speaks about an absolute act, a</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>movement from which they come about, as it should be in itself magical.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>It is in effect the raw material of the Work, which it is necessary to</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>already have: Evola attributes it to a particular inner constitution, to</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>belonging to a particular race of the Spirit. For me it was always clear</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>that it is about the meeting of the free I with its own karma: This is</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the condition of the element with which a psychophysiological I covers</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>itself.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Nevertheless, that persuasion, so decisively expressed by Evola, was a</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>confirmation of my personal experience of the centrality and the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>invincibility of the I: which, brought to the depths, can encounter the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Logos, His origin: Evola was not able to recognize that. I knew that the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>formulation of the centrality and asceticism of the I was correct: I</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>appreciated Evola, because at that time I was convinced that he had</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>never come to talk about it so explicitly and methodologically.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Stirner’s and Nietzsche’s attempts were ultimately Hegelian-romantic:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>bold offshoots of the Hegelian left, but prisoners of dialectics.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The way which I personally followed at that time was my own synthesis,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>which, I believed, could not correspond to a doctrine. The term<i> “Science</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>of the I”</i> resonated pleasantly familiar with me: in fact it corresponded</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>to the ideal of asceticism to which I tended and to the correlative</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>method. This was the true help that I got from Evola: to perceive the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>doctrinally justifiable asceticism of the I, independently of Tradition.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The reality of this proved to be traditional, even as it did not</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>correspond to any conceivable form in Tradition. In a similar way,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>however, it was possible to come to see the source of this asceticism.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>For a while I had the feeling of having found in Evola the master that I</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>was looking for, and he had indeed more than a claim.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I think I was affected more than Evola, by the disappointment of the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>fact that, at a certain time, even as I was following the <i>“way of the</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>I”</i>, I was no longer able to follow his path. I could recognize in him</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>only a characteristically strong indicator, an individuality from</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>autonomy so sufficient in himself, since it does not require metanoia,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>or conversion, of his own dialectic to arouse in others the feeling of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>his strength through dialectic: naturally, without possibility of the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>resolution of individual limits: in the end a resolute titan, whose</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>strength however had its foundation in himself, but he could not become</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the weakness of the less autonomous disciple who is unable to find the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>foundation in himself, that is, his inner path.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Along the way, I could understand my relationship with Evola even</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>better. Generally it happened—and it is happening—that one reads his</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>works and then decides to follow him. In substance it had happened to me</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>in a something different way: I had gone to him without reading a single</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>line of his: for a long time our conversations had as its theme the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mountains, nonconformity, the courage to oppose the pseudo-culture. I</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>kept company with a group of aggressive Transtiberine friends, that I</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mobilized when he was in danger of being attacked again on the occasion</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of the different causes that he had in court for lawsuits and the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>aftermath of lawsuits. I remember that, at our second meeting, he lent</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>me Meyrink’s Golem, probably to give me the opportunity for an esoteric</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>connection with him; but, just flipping through the pages, I was not too</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>convinced of their content. In truth I did not read the book at all and</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>after a fortnight gave it back to Evola, avoiding telling him that I was</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>not interested. I noticed, however, in Evola a minimal expression of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>disappointment. Later, however, I carefully read Evola and Meyrink.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4-Hx5hW3uowJcI-nW6T3SzannzwYv2Oh3_niHVn6d_cS07ii_HWsAv6H6T-pd0nXLzeXNCPJ6z9PDB5Ipz8UXxlad0FLyVAc7z2gJetN3ujJ8iDl8odRy_04ri-_ZP5hIMVrwkqNjtnvtbanAjYwhTd2EC-KlgE9nSyN-suJ_YWhqlenUQErrEalP-k/s835/urpic.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="562" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4-Hx5hW3uowJcI-nW6T3SzannzwYv2Oh3_niHVn6d_cS07ii_HWsAv6H6T-pd0nXLzeXNCPJ6z9PDB5Ipz8UXxlad0FLyVAc7z2gJetN3ujJ8iDl8odRy_04ri-_ZP5hIMVrwkqNjtnvtbanAjYwhTd2EC-KlgE9nSyN-suJ_YWhqlenUQErrEalP-k/s320/urpic.png" width="215" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The true meaning of what had driven me inwardly toward him, became clear</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>to me with the passing of time: it was the meeting with expert disciples</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of Steiner, collaborators of Ur (although I was already connected with</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Giulio Parise and Arturo Reghini through the journal Ignis), among whom</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the significant and decisive one for me had to be Colazza, and the inner</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>encounter with the one whom I came to recognize as the Master of the new</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>age, Rudolf Steiner; in fact, the original edition of Ur contained</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>impartial appreciations of Steiner. Actually, it was not so much the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>knowledge of Evola’s works that united me to him for several years, but</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>rather his lively, exceptionally individual, personality. Of course, I</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>then would examine these works line by line, before making the decision</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>for another path.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The meetings I had with Evola were filled with a Hermetic climate, from</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>which the feeling of magical forces regularly arose, something like what</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I actually had from the habit from personal meditation. Or else there</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>were Bacchic-gastronomic meetings, based on spirited philosophy and</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>bucatini all’Amatriciana, but with the unusual addition of peperoncino.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I was struck by the fact that Evola, who was a compelling alcohol</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>supporter, cared to drink very sweet wines such as vino passito, or</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Gaglioppo. He explained it to me, saying, I don’t know how jokingly,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>that, having learned from Colazza that alcohol deadened the I, while</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>sugar was the physical food of the I, he, not to take risks, tried to</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>reconcile them. Moreover, he connected me to him by an inclination that</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>has always guided my action, to support the one against whom everyone,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the koinonia ton kakon [communion of evil], manages to feel themselves</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>sympathetic: so-called<i> “public opinion”</i>, or Phariseeism, whose hypocrisy</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I have always felt. At that time Evola had only adversaries, even if,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>truth be told, he did everything to provoke them.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The idea that the truth was from the party against whom everyone lined</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>up in solidarity, in a certain sense corresponded for me to a specific</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>supersensible law. On the other hand, Evola today is translated into the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>major languages of the world, and he has a following even in Asia.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>However Evola never assumed the role of the<i> “master”</i>: guidance</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>counselor, instigator, yes, but not the master. Sometimes when I had</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>problems with respect to the method, and I turned to him, he demurred,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>recommending Colazza or Bonabitacola to me, that is, Steiner’s disciple</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>or Kremmerz’ disciple. Evola found Bonabitacola interesting especially</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>because he received all insults like a Zen master; while Colazza was the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>character for whom he professed the utmost deference, because he</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>recognized him as an outstanding investigator of the<i> “occult”</i>.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bEHB-bY2NWvzNG9-UDLUI3Eq2h1tu_ne6YeCGr-6edRJPyBoxdsBktzquWMDq3kPTj2lHmyzYuTE_uvzWqsSDNZ-4MXsEm26ISo4nUJPoYc4NguKbaUge-eNGxxxFX8GGfYDIMLgiX3DURjvWfrIZMu9ClFbQLa3Jh6oQu-Ox9OlKUcBOSXh_PSLehw/s270/colazzacover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="186" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bEHB-bY2NWvzNG9-UDLUI3Eq2h1tu_ne6YeCGr-6edRJPyBoxdsBktzquWMDq3kPTj2lHmyzYuTE_uvzWqsSDNZ-4MXsEm26ISo4nUJPoYc4NguKbaUge-eNGxxxFX8GGfYDIMLgiX3DURjvWfrIZMu9ClFbQLa3Jh6oQu-Ox9OlKUcBOSXh_PSLehw/s1600/colazzacover.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Colazza also had respect for Evola as a strong personality: he</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>reproached him only for his yoga and the fact that he wrote books. “One</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of us”, he said to me one day, “must not write books. Books occultly</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>bind the author, they bind him to his present thought, preventing him</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>from opening himself up to the new, to the unknown, to what he still is</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>not capable of thinking. Besides, whoever plays the role of teacher,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>loses the opportunity to be a disciple.”</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Something substantially true can be recognized with this thought of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Colazza. Nevertheless, you cannot help but consider in Evola’s case the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mission of sacrifice by the word: namely the compromise of one’s own</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>way, on the dialectical level, for the way of others. The snare that he</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>throws would not be necessary if the initiatory path were not in</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>relation to a free choice, to self-determination, that is a</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>determination that is not fated to occur, otherwise it would not be</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>free. This can sufficiently explain his dominant and bold reconciliation</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of Buddha with Nietzsche; for us it is valid, even if only introductory</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>to the true sadhana. When esoterism is realized, it ceases to be mental</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>position.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The enigma of Evola’a inner personality and his relationship with</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tradition remains. In truth, the traditional form cannot conceal the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>powerful thrust of his anti-traditional system of thought. If you</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>observe, Evola makes use of the traditional element for building his own</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>absolutely personal spiritual cosmos. He uses the value of Tradition as</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the aristocratic touchstone, that is, as the opposite to the modern</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>world. He seems to propose a return to Tradition, but in fact, he wants</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>something that is not Tradition, indeed positively against it. And this</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>is what we can recognize as important in Evola.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Guenon is in Tradition, Evola leaves it all the time, while appealing to</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>it: it is a juxtaposition, a dialectical theme, a habitus cogitandi</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>[habit of thinking]. From Novalisian<i> “magical idealism”</i> to Tantrism,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>from the Nietzschean formulation of Mahayana to the<i> “pagan”</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>interpretation of Alchemy and the Grail, to the sympathy for</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Michelstaedter and Meyrink, Nietzsche, Kremmerz and Crowley, the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>imperious authority of thinking is clear, that makes everything subject</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>to an intimate personal vision, to an individual, determined<i> “will to</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>power”,</i> ultimately, to an impulse of freedom that subordinates</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>everything to self-affirmation.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Evola succeeds in making his own world real through the power of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>thought. This is the aspect that could give real help to those who want</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>to follow his path, not as a follower dazzled by his light, but as a</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>conqueror of the Light. It does not matter whether the thinking is</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>correct or not, it becomes correct when it is powerful. It is undeniably</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>true: error, immorality, is weak thinking, or merely dialectical, or</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>reflexive. The power of thought is the truth: the truth that coincides</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>with reality. But only a free man can realize it and make it his own.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Those who believe in that thought as a content that comforts him,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>excites him or hypnotizes him, is not free, he is not in the current of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>reality. He believes he is in Tradition, but he is against it in the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>worst form, that of dogmatism and mystical subjection. So we said, at</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the beginning of this essay, that Evola is a strong medicine, a shock</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>treatment: a discipline that it is necessary to possess. If you do not</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>possess yourself, you actually betray yourself, because you act with</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>respect to it as one who is subjugated.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The living element of Evola’s work is the idea of liberation, which</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>requires, however, pure recognition, the decision of self-knowledge, by</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the person who encounters it. This is the demand and the virtue of his</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>system, but also the real thrust of his personality, which can be seen</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>as a synthesis of what he is individually with that which the real</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Guides of humanity implant in him, despite himself. Certain inspirations</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>in the ascetic become operatively individual, even as they draw on the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Super-individual. Julius Evola points out a direction that, to become</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>creative in the esoteric sense, requires its separation from its</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>phenomenology, that is, from maya, from the ethos resulting from it in a</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>social, political sense: especially from this. Certain mixtures betray</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the spiritual proposition: the worst disasters always come from the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>collusion of the Sacred with the profane. A similar separation, just</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>like the assumption of the discrimination of subtile a spisso [the</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>subtle from the dense], is about Evola’s own karmic direction. You can</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>metaphysically become aware of his cosmic-spiritual future. It will be</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>determined by how much independence he has achieved from the written</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>works. The possibility will be decisive that he not be identified with</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>his own doctrinaire expression, i.e., with the mythical and mystical</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>world of his followers.</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-28698187333826411162024-02-19T19:50:00.003+02:002024-02-19T19:50:31.988+02:00Heraclitism<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoahZ0GHoyLa5Xwnp8tdEBW93YJWu5df6vr26wLSVRpXC3e5eYIRsw5yYAPbmqBPASNCwuJJZkj1P_AILYUGsRWN7cPS4zfgpXPoU6CKuFa0dzlNHnc2nNT5uj9bpe9RBgQSMsa7EdcClfs435NAiFCosqorlI4T0hl7wMb1UVv3NyokB3ULDl7F3WfU/s799/hj5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoahZ0GHoyLa5Xwnp8tdEBW93YJWu5df6vr26wLSVRpXC3e5eYIRsw5yYAPbmqBPASNCwuJJZkj1P_AILYUGsRWN7cPS4zfgpXPoU6CKuFa0dzlNHnc2nNT5uj9bpe9RBgQSMsa7EdcClfs435NAiFCosqorlI4T0hl7wMb1UVv3NyokB3ULDl7F3WfU/s320/hj5.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Brethren, war's the origin </i></b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Of happiness on earth: </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Powder-smoke and battle-din </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Witness friendship's birth! </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Friendship means three things, you know,— </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Kinship in luckless plight,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Equality before the foe </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Freedom—in death's sight!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Friedrich Nietzsche</b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-67230427219037193712024-02-04T22:49:00.000+02:002024-02-04T22:49:20.002+02:00Adriano Romualdi - An Italian Fighter of European Spirit<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcPUOF7xHwTa7VycvysmDEsNx280fe8jGN6DU36SvRMhtC5hTCrNkKDKPat8e6Pexi12EzoKMOoT8lkRT6wnQg4K4b-iIQFam5ccyuMManxG9iQHbFPHI37Vd70pam8A3Iy5dbVnML4jybKCypTuPgubP85rWuxBMamtvyNMjCohzo4in3wE7AK0ZvQ8/s272/aRomualdi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="185" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcPUOF7xHwTa7VycvysmDEsNx280fe8jGN6DU36SvRMhtC5hTCrNkKDKPat8e6Pexi12EzoKMOoT8lkRT6wnQg4K4b-iIQFam5ccyuMManxG9iQHbFPHI37Vd70pam8A3Iy5dbVnML4jybKCypTuPgubP85rWuxBMamtvyNMjCohzo4in3wE7AK0ZvQ8/s1600/aRomualdi.jpg" width="185" /></a></div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>By </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Cimosco</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>Adriano was the son of Pino Romualdi, first Deputy Secretary of the
Republican Fascist Party and then president of the Post-war Fascist
party<i> “Italian Social Movement”</i>. He went to University in Rome, where he
was the student of the historian De Felice and the philosopher Del Noce </b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgepa9aX6MNUD38CW0ARSoFrsVGhLZGVYmtGQheeAFm5l4c-P2vuDLRKtwzhhjvVfmnVsvDN1SfRCI4ElDA48MLvLUCym8s5R-Lb99SMbAA-ei_JT57I33z-MbLwgRqKrubJ-Tg1agWkp6jTCftCE1GhRZwgqP18QBf7dmDj7WXZ1VP5TUVs-VEYegpIlg/s441/pino1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="441" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgepa9aX6MNUD38CW0ARSoFrsVGhLZGVYmtGQheeAFm5l4c-P2vuDLRKtwzhhjvVfmnVsvDN1SfRCI4ElDA48MLvLUCym8s5R-Lb99SMbAA-ei_JT57I33z-MbLwgRqKrubJ-Tg1agWkp6jTCftCE1GhRZwgqP18QBf7dmDj7WXZ1VP5TUVs-VEYegpIlg/s320/pino1.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPtuqUTJ0JZU-nNub2vcXB8zMH8jQhPOqx6X5WskYSl-ogSrjKx_8wCBTnAOjniSXGrE4CKY4QGGfrsR5VkKOLvneS6spVkn5POXJyw6Koil-_w5AVvSCrBgx-TclNNALyYHzZ2yWBVqB9IBif2R6JysoZUF3atlmxNP0NiQSAXtXeWVC1XcQf6hMECI/s856/pino2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="856" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPtuqUTJ0JZU-nNub2vcXB8zMH8jQhPOqx6X5WskYSl-ogSrjKx_8wCBTnAOjniSXGrE4CKY4QGGfrsR5VkKOLvneS6spVkn5POXJyw6Koil-_w5AVvSCrBgx-TclNNALyYHzZ2yWBVqB9IBif2R6JysoZUF3atlmxNP0NiQSAXtXeWVC1XcQf6hMECI/s320/pino2.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUoasHFOH1fpeImyjh0_dMBsnnMv5sqNH5_p8KM0oYu6glyuuWSFmIhQ1iRIF2JOFs_8jCxhLp9vTXmpQpsecKhgkIv2IX5rN07EBx9jiefOVhtvFKF9IVblOto1ZM7umIjTn0AY2IIRbWQjvEDjFriVB9AO3bRdnN5dkPOT65HObM5lDAU7cWPD2AkE/s779/pino3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="779" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUoasHFOH1fpeImyjh0_dMBsnnMv5sqNH5_p8KM0oYu6glyuuWSFmIhQ1iRIF2JOFs_8jCxhLp9vTXmpQpsecKhgkIv2IX5rN07EBx9jiefOVhtvFKF9IVblOto1ZM7umIjTn0AY2IIRbWQjvEDjFriVB9AO3bRdnN5dkPOT65HObM5lDAU7cWPD2AkE/s320/pino3.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> In the meanwhile, he began to visit the house of the Traditionalist
thinker Baron Julius Evola, and gradually became one of his most
assiduous students. Adriano's evolian perennialist interests bothered
Pino, who was of a more moderate and politically pragmatic character. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdC4Y7PJKvlHUK5qs4qgtKKs5GcBsBG3TZsaZxe0SnR5Ga0uxgDbmKt0-Op7lTPxH4WFckhVS5mn7de5YTj8B1FBjv-VlwRklpDaJPuSBxgbawAFloJhiDD3XGFfPIQdUt-O4OHiUSSdiFS7ql3EvmEVcs_lc9ZYmDt8YE2TNsPXDq1Pp31QCGxZvsdA/s540/romualdiyoung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="540" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdC4Y7PJKvlHUK5qs4qgtKKs5GcBsBG3TZsaZxe0SnR5Ga0uxgDbmKt0-Op7lTPxH4WFckhVS5mn7de5YTj8B1FBjv-VlwRklpDaJPuSBxgbawAFloJhiDD3XGFfPIQdUt-O4OHiUSSdiFS7ql3EvmEVcs_lc9ZYmDt8YE2TNsPXDq1Pp31QCGxZvsdA/s320/romualdiyoung.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> On February 1964, he took part in a violent attack on the Communist
writer as well as pedophile Pasolini and his companions. In this year he
begins the writing of three works that he will publish the next year:
<i>Plato; A Culture for Europe;</i> <i>Drieu La Rochelle, the European Myth. </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhB_OqDhgRrtWLHZGnRvXk83jrvzju0TP8znbf-vK_Y-kB2mKhl989XFvhDG0wt0rae2dgbYbVO1SX8lhdzdAft-DxOw0ADlAQ3m5RMiDbi_hsUrFuA_UKyhykmZkuDFTqbyv4wfmklJhOfQPLARh5iBaxupiiR3cfjTrvrDJER-tuSqKthdvtjJ9kl8/s1200/pasolini.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhB_OqDhgRrtWLHZGnRvXk83jrvzju0TP8znbf-vK_Y-kB2mKhl989XFvhDG0wt0rae2dgbYbVO1SX8lhdzdAft-DxOw0ADlAQ3m5RMiDbi_hsUrFuA_UKyhykmZkuDFTqbyv4wfmklJhOfQPLARh5iBaxupiiR3cfjTrvrDJER-tuSqKthdvtjJ9kl8/s320/pasolini.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qho8mCkpwBZKua2pAOAqQkBOhaQc51J6R81Wo1m5Ox0qymPWc3pgzDJOpUsgQaZ2sQpKGkzW0_8Ka3VfXvx1GKBzIoNnIYjTbJb8v-5EB9yUwXV_ayPPKTozcVbEd82TgYqZtZqEg1nuRx417oOQD6MjhotsyLcS2ipxoOqqFwOA0yQ-8nOezctg-O4/s1000/plato1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="691" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qho8mCkpwBZKua2pAOAqQkBOhaQc51J6R81Wo1m5Ox0qymPWc3pgzDJOpUsgQaZ2sQpKGkzW0_8Ka3VfXvx1GKBzIoNnIYjTbJb8v-5EB9yUwXV_ayPPKTozcVbEd82TgYqZtZqEg1nuRx417oOQD6MjhotsyLcS2ipxoOqqFwOA0yQ-8nOezctg-O4/s320/plato1.jpeg" width="221" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhAy9QG3jCX5HONKir4M5VTjE-WdnPi7QRyv6lRwHHnvSj1QGkvxGXEkfniqaPZk6ygVxrqRmgRA1LoWJJyihvpuLBKXt3bRupMTspzP2FA6mEiU04adQJxk-UMRJPuEaI1naGb9cLGe0BX3yB74LSkuBCQ6N9cEsKH295CseH5hky0WCtVhawvIqhKk/s1200/drieu2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="780" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhAy9QG3jCX5HONKir4M5VTjE-WdnPi7QRyv6lRwHHnvSj1QGkvxGXEkfniqaPZk6ygVxrqRmgRA1LoWJJyihvpuLBKXt3bRupMTspzP2FA6mEiU04adQJxk-UMRJPuEaI1naGb9cLGe0BX3yB74LSkuBCQ6N9cEsKH295CseH5hky0WCtVhawvIqhKk/s320/drieu2.jpeg" width="208" /></a></div><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> In 1966 he wrote the first authorised biography of his teacher Julius
Evola, which was also translated in French and Portuguese. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> He worked as a journalist for virtually all Italian far-right magazines,
especially<i> “Ordine Nuovo”.</i> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYk5uM894lsppdKf4wg50ILbyd1d5LQlvZhgwXzTwpCm14FrcyKRGL5sXTiYLTWneUd3S16jGJLjC4sTGXgtqVknx5i7vyrMg18EdCTpNnewqRYJyuZW7aOvoAXRYNp2mz1_0axzSkQHRTGe8m1ndcZp6SoZGqtuDmCdKJ5F_NqgFY0-BXA0fUfohF7E/s1000/evola1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="686" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYk5uM894lsppdKf4wg50ILbyd1d5LQlvZhgwXzTwpCm14FrcyKRGL5sXTiYLTWneUd3S16jGJLjC4sTGXgtqVknx5i7vyrMg18EdCTpNnewqRYJyuZW7aOvoAXRYNp2mz1_0axzSkQHRTGe8m1ndcZp6SoZGqtuDmCdKJ5F_NqgFY0-BXA0fUfohF7E/s320/evola1.jpeg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlWQJTU2LxupBd6N3Niaa3dQJCnkmvpyxCunYy2s-SzJLs_qxYZSQsFFp6KcGXO2auvk1NfE_rH-7GfO0CQ1eBuQz_YV_FDXyyEymLIqSvam0-NeqSPvyGzLTb_X-AAUuKfEjHiKbyrGrlg-IDCWRjjT08Y04vVTBtlK8UEgo5zuNiSlmi68WY9zSy-Q/s800/ordinepic.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="603" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlWQJTU2LxupBd6N3Niaa3dQJCnkmvpyxCunYy2s-SzJLs_qxYZSQsFFp6KcGXO2auvk1NfE_rH-7GfO0CQ1eBuQz_YV_FDXyyEymLIqSvam0-NeqSPvyGzLTb_X-AAUuKfEjHiKbyrGrlg-IDCWRjjT08Y04vVTBtlK8UEgo5zuNiSlmi68WY9zSy-Q/s320/ordinepic.png" width="241" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> He wrote the preface for multiple works, among which are: Robert
Brasillach's <i>“Lettre à Un Soldat De La Classe 60”</i>; <i>Pierre Drieu La
Rochelle's “Ideas for a European Revolution”</i>; <i>Adolf Hitler's collection
of speeches “The Battle of Berlin”; Oswald Spengler's “Prussian
Socialism” </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9qdFDv3CRvFBfJCgB3gQ7tpGMcsAjHyRN4LbXuOu9mp415TzFWGc9phH8fWSq-2rNyDdAgEdfaEw-iXlQ51Qr15B6i3qcG-ZIbIldEYUNYPLFoNua4ATu3NTkwPyeOX8Z_SAtRRH6-NVPU2mfy6DNnMmxwvgTaXB5CMT9PXKasYkm6y8SaO2cdj9UbRY/s291/pic5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="246" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9qdFDv3CRvFBfJCgB3gQ7tpGMcsAjHyRN4LbXuOu9mp415TzFWGc9phH8fWSq-2rNyDdAgEdfaEw-iXlQ51Qr15B6i3qcG-ZIbIldEYUNYPLFoNua4ATu3NTkwPyeOX8Z_SAtRRH6-NVPU2mfy6DNnMmxwvgTaXB5CMT9PXKasYkm6y8SaO2cdj9UbRY/s1600/pic5.png" width="246" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQeXPvj0d2Gkdvoz7dN5S85pPG8925KF_SRFPkfwjmdrtn53YDPvA60fRu1vuYL-69AdSEtZd_MfoBQhFyxALWzb3sbnB75ErkvEvQSZPUGoisQR6AmQHhil-6vV2s50lG3yAPYbkEW9ICrGiHKuHYkfqD_0Ipd80rI6k_QPC9O4EbBcWLHzBCKf7VFBU/s1200/romualdiprefaces.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="877" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQeXPvj0d2Gkdvoz7dN5S85pPG8925KF_SRFPkfwjmdrtn53YDPvA60fRu1vuYL-69AdSEtZd_MfoBQhFyxALWzb3sbnB75ErkvEvQSZPUGoisQR6AmQHhil-6vV2s50lG3yAPYbkEW9ICrGiHKuHYkfqD_0Ipd80rI6k_QPC9O4EbBcWLHzBCKf7VFBU/s320/romualdiprefaces.jpeg" width="234" /></a></div><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> At the age of 31, he wrote an essay on Friedrich Nietzsche's philosophy
and politics and he edited a compilation of Nietzschean writings. These
are <i>“Nietzsche and the Egalitarian Mythology”</i> and <i>“Beyond Nihilism.
Collection of Friedrich Nietzsche's Aphorism”</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNGgIm_oyB6S7orsVHWMfdo6u7gULb8naw2dPrawOIayogYThnWvRr-speg_xNRAPIMfS6Ur0Zay1iCewGcxdS2_xNPHW7QierOuiYPWGBNVZ6uOXZOjlxgYl8PfTxbgFFi2gxl3Nkchf4W80SWfTe7SdQ-nHCOd6pz-ySEkM9-H1Mx9GmdwWqtoEEZk/s1000/nietzsche1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="624" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNGgIm_oyB6S7orsVHWMfdo6u7gULb8naw2dPrawOIayogYThnWvRr-speg_xNRAPIMfS6Ur0Zay1iCewGcxdS2_xNPHW7QierOuiYPWGBNVZ6uOXZOjlxgYl8PfTxbgFFi2gxl3Nkchf4W80SWfTe7SdQ-nHCOd6pz-ySEkM9-H1Mx9GmdwWqtoEEZk/s320/nietzsche1.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNlfOUYOCWKre6zmiA4UjCktBhxGzgtUVhvwSiqkI1Nmra1HQH9_tIgI0-gfscXaxUtcaQ6sht40gaSK8Ch3md3SUV-98k0j0dtclh9zJQ_psmzk0oUkonAkj9_yb6ZDJWF1vGg0t-gHM1Ye91gvf_yy-TA1_PlLB7sJhQGkmDoyjmkRBJ76vY4hScUs/s1200/nietzsche2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="755" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNlfOUYOCWKre6zmiA4UjCktBhxGzgtUVhvwSiqkI1Nmra1HQH9_tIgI0-gfscXaxUtcaQ6sht40gaSK8Ch3md3SUV-98k0j0dtclh9zJQ_psmzk0oUkonAkj9_yb6ZDJWF1vGg0t-gHM1Ye91gvf_yy-TA1_PlLB7sJhQGkmDoyjmkRBJ76vY4hScUs/s320/nietzsche2.jpeg" width="201" /></a></div><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> The career of this Genius Europeanist Traditionalist journalist,
biographer, historian and philologue was cut short by a car accident in
1973, that would leave him dead at the young age of 32.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-70587476478347643472024-01-20T16:07:00.001+02:002024-01-20T16:07:29.770+02:00The Sounds of the Decline of the West<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDQL0GTt6crzQIzJDprdgxsroOEDHSMACOI1dgJH01RDTxbTyD3jNs970I_G6nRlRgqoDXDL6qabgKqrUwnx_h1K3fB8hCVDVlmaLBUQ6AhPou3lYajb_RXLWHQUMxR8vT1ESUwbb11VrpcP7PnE5RIJN1_6d9SSmvv3qP0BDrxUsO3PIxQSZ9fO_c6k/s400/oswald-spengler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDQL0GTt6crzQIzJDprdgxsroOEDHSMACOI1dgJH01RDTxbTyD3jNs970I_G6nRlRgqoDXDL6qabgKqrUwnx_h1K3fB8hCVDVlmaLBUQ6AhPou3lYajb_RXLWHQUMxR8vT1ESUwbb11VrpcP7PnE5RIJN1_6d9SSmvv3qP0BDrxUsO3PIxQSZ9fO_c6k/s320/oswald-spengler.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"> <b>Oswald Spengler, the German philosopher whose ideas largely influenced the concept behind Celtic Frost's main subject matter - the downfall of our civilization. In his main work, 'The Decline of the West', Spengler proposed the notion that humanity as we know it is not in a state of progress but rather in its final stages, advocating what is known as a 'cycle theory', according to which new cultures continually arise, experience a period of prosperity and then complete and perish through a phase of decline. According to this idea, cultures are clearly definable, quasi-organic structures with a lifespan of around 1000 years - each of these so-called 'civilizations' has had very characteristic properties that shaped the thoughts and actions of its people. Having published the book in 1922, it obviously turned out that he was more than right concerning our present time, as his words proved to be quite prophetic - one can see this by observing the complete death of all values in modern society where ugliness, destruction and perversion are the new lords. It is only a question of time before this obsolete world completely collapses. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimI7ufFprtmTNHDIgjzLiFQm0Bh74irqYSuEXgz-Wu_urnHJXreJ2GfHvuXEobRlM84aG8qxejwhflldpaFnRUkecpxT8Fc6uuklElaNGoyDOKGOhMM2KcjLeddartX6G7p2JppE64Lg9cu7du7SM81xksUtybNGI0Ia9greBeLRz9ceQPEWjOM6XASpA/s1080/0h3nlsOgc-gGCLYKgxkkv9swJU7Agh8SzMn-x5eIlTg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimI7ufFprtmTNHDIgjzLiFQm0Bh74irqYSuEXgz-Wu_urnHJXreJ2GfHvuXEobRlM84aG8qxejwhflldpaFnRUkecpxT8Fc6uuklElaNGoyDOKGOhMM2KcjLeddartX6G7p2JppE64Lg9cu7du7SM81xksUtybNGI0Ia9greBeLRz9ceQPEWjOM6XASpA/s320/0h3nlsOgc-gGCLYKgxkkv9swJU7Agh8SzMn-x5eIlTg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>When Celtic Frost released 'Morbid Tales', they would pay homage to Spengler by giving his name as a pseudonym to the violinist who performed on two of the album's songs.</b></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: center;"><b> Source: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/celticfrostarchive" target="_blank">CELTIC FROST ARCHIVE</a> </b></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpGgBs3Tqkf9yn_N8CLoqBFdu3GVTF3EX3PlFuY5a3iI7THVlFl6js7E29B5eUN8234p3bb0O19zSSHX-dr2-g_Rz647By_GA5DRL5IMkbKBP5qqVzaPdbndTeJ9CVkTSHTQjU3df1bl7oJLafgiTvQICEO-SG55yvrDw6t_6VsPoGZiETinuMm-1SEQ/s378/250px-La_Subiro_de_la_Okcidento,_eldono_1922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpGgBs3Tqkf9yn_N8CLoqBFdu3GVTF3EX3PlFuY5a3iI7THVlFl6js7E29B5eUN8234p3bb0O19zSSHX-dr2-g_Rz647By_GA5DRL5IMkbKBP5qqVzaPdbndTeJ9CVkTSHTQjU3df1bl7oJLafgiTvQICEO-SG55yvrDw6t_6VsPoGZiETinuMm-1SEQ/s320/250px-La_Subiro_de_la_Okcidento,_eldono_1922.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-28210721664356683122023-12-31T13:02:00.001+02:002023-12-31T13:02:26.384+02:00The Black Sun and The Bronze Giant of Antiquity<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vFgH68qKhj5ISG0eeR5PZJxSGXKHkuDSG3F5vsnx6824Idt9nFzgQiHFY4ugq2iZLH4yOwiJiYWaqPmLRzqeZ0_1DjtmRY85ohwwuo9HFo7a7qN9FO4webSjKb8ZI2JKSq6oHBhdoTPuJmzuH5ALWT9ptaGBoXHTSgz7YhXhmlU78bqy6e5OFPimBA8/s4128/20231230_113936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vFgH68qKhj5ISG0eeR5PZJxSGXKHkuDSG3F5vsnx6824Idt9nFzgQiHFY4ugq2iZLH4yOwiJiYWaqPmLRzqeZ0_1DjtmRY85ohwwuo9HFo7a7qN9FO4webSjKb8ZI2JKSq6oHBhdoTPuJmzuH5ALWT9ptaGBoXHTSgz7YhXhmlU78bqy6e5OFPimBA8/s320/20231230_113936.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Early morning - the 30th of December 2023</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>I approached the bronze statue (that was erected in 1927) so to observe from really close the details in the work of the sculptor. Then I noticed that the sun is standing above its head. It was that very moment that I realized how a photo will look like: The Discus Thrower of Athens as holder of a black sun.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrKlxe_8dTS8XlH7D-1cN8qcJ9qTZrrgVbMnpJ65YUVdyEOy6WXyZTObLJbSPmp_bR3igPjQW6UiDIBWCeIzS7uikfkFRG5vZiXK4o6yn0QjJC1VgHxXuC_FHCj5Aj2wiQS_vqIyyKd-ci7bRf8CRZiXbHfqf8hzO4wp6roCmsD7yPobpzCjEK-J21YQ/s4128/20231230_113833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrKlxe_8dTS8XlH7D-1cN8qcJ9qTZrrgVbMnpJ65YUVdyEOy6WXyZTObLJbSPmp_bR3igPjQW6UiDIBWCeIzS7uikfkFRG5vZiXK4o6yn0QjJC1VgHxXuC_FHCj5Aj2wiQS_vqIyyKd-ci7bRf8CRZiXbHfqf8hzO4wp6roCmsD7yPobpzCjEK-J21YQ/s320/20231230_113833.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-81732033214439420982023-12-29T13:20:00.000+02:002023-12-29T13:20:25.289+02:00The Doric Return<p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/szNI8jjaew8?si=TEdUQ8l3_8j-0kUN" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><b><i>"In this episode, I discuss how the conquering BARBARIAN brings with him the return of NATURE, since the barbarian has been shaped by nature, while the civilized man had lost his nature in the comfort of civilization. </i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>I cover Theseus and the transition from Minoan to Mycenaean civilization in the Mediterranean, The Greek Dark Age and the Dorian Invasion, Spartan society, and the purpose of civilization. And most importantly, I prophecy the RETURN OF THE SONS OF HERAKLES in modernity." </i></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-42559326330837204512023-12-25T19:42:00.002+02:002023-12-25T19:46:55.885+02:00To The Dead and The Fallen <p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8UYb38uKPr5f7FZv3Xic1IP-g7E_gSvROjWoMgEwnjqmPlTLW0D8Kyq993N4VIx12mHhz4NN8wOf0wEe7gMAo-2mlprfMMyUxnmnfFDgmN7i33qEIElKMvlMgbpoM-YSbh2M1cncmLHPrEyZes9_T1sf9pHHhgOCLLoQ35lhV0tD9hcgqoIEwcwKsk4I/s1159/20231224_100837.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1159" data-original-width="1009" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8UYb38uKPr5f7FZv3Xic1IP-g7E_gSvROjWoMgEwnjqmPlTLW0D8Kyq993N4VIx12mHhz4NN8wOf0wEe7gMAo-2mlprfMMyUxnmnfFDgmN7i33qEIElKMvlMgbpoM-YSbh2M1cncmLHPrEyZes9_T1sf9pHHhgOCLLoQ35lhV0tD9hcgqoIEwcwKsk4I/s320/20231224_100837.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Our dead are the only ones with the right to make a demand today, and indeed to us all, at the front or at home. They are the eternal monuments, the voices of our national conscience, which constantly drive us on to do our duty."</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Joseph Goebbels - Christmas Eve 1942</b></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-65622090667549811092023-12-22T16:55:00.002+02:002023-12-22T16:55:56.008+02:00To Give Death And To Welcome Death<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2SWJ01tMLS_Y1Lobqn5wKX7BVYtoPXuTR-KjB7ebQenzE6Vb9gQh_ySqJrofHM5G_pjZMWo1lVoCFWozMn_HXVVsLaKBQ7f9g564INbj2pFzt0uhQv20mAVlNUKf4X__auPgw2fh2AB0Vjy54rMt7N6mxSLKWssWhUZeEj5rO4MOmw7jUoO_PdTKWSk/s1654/absurdflyer%20copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1654" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2SWJ01tMLS_Y1Lobqn5wKX7BVYtoPXuTR-KjB7ebQenzE6Vb9gQh_ySqJrofHM5G_pjZMWo1lVoCFWozMn_HXVVsLaKBQ7f9g564INbj2pFzt0uhQv20mAVlNUKf4X__auPgw2fh2AB0Vjy54rMt7N6mxSLKWssWhUZeEj5rO4MOmw7jUoO_PdTKWSk/s320/absurdflyer%20copy.JPG" width="320" /></a></i></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>The unplugged demo </i>“Out of the Dungeon”<i> will be released on CD for the first time in 2024, in the 30th year after initial recording and release! At the same time, our debut album </i>“Facta Loquuntur<i>” will be made available on CD faithfully replicating the initial release via German No Colours Records, in 1996. This is the last layout done by our long-time friend and ally, the late Hjarulv Henker (RIP), and we dedicate this CD to him!</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>HORDE ABSURD</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><a href="http://www.hordeabsurd.com" target="_blank">www.hordeabsurd.com</a></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-78048742038497854522023-12-21T21:58:00.005+02:002023-12-21T21:58:52.561+02:00WALLACHIAN TYRANT Bloodstained Chronologium BOOK <p> </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>OUT NOW!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NdKzm74-2frf-1FTgu22_M97in6yiZ6WgYZu5ilQHWFzkb6Y_rdPH22FFxsBjlzF85D_JvoZC69nbOXQzjPWxEg9hEf3YwNsgrQ9GppV3lYp_GZS2cUkHBQMHDTqW1hjS7jU99Pzr5_OpjTeTkisBDb0bfN9ZhEE3pAPzHmFjuQdr_kc5n4xanKGlXY/s1578/FlyerWallachianTyrant.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1578" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NdKzm74-2frf-1FTgu22_M97in6yiZ6WgYZu5ilQHWFzkb6Y_rdPH22FFxsBjlzF85D_JvoZC69nbOXQzjPWxEg9hEf3YwNsgrQ9GppV3lYp_GZS2cUkHBQMHDTqW1hjS7jU99Pzr5_OpjTeTkisBDb0bfN9ZhEE3pAPzHmFjuQdr_kc5n4xanKGlXY/s320/FlyerWallachianTyrant.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Available from:</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>https://frost-and-fire.com/shop/</u></i></b></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-2775909955625734082023-12-18T22:45:00.000+02:002023-12-18T22:45:14.731+02:00On The Soul of Dostoevsky and his Works<p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdxS_RGDIqthTYWFA7eVC0s-edpRAUtZ4kTFqSIG4j-DcxiEgB_cFlD6PwE50RbMcsSUTMnUouqHeABkddhUU4d_01RK_it9qoi4qVkEThYuMXfuspd8dlTrTOoCyUK4154PALruSYqnsJOW48gxcuriX11cUXZYbbZPNsypSki-UL7-We6rUTkJS8Ak/s4000/dostoevsky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdxS_RGDIqthTYWFA7eVC0s-edpRAUtZ4kTFqSIG4j-DcxiEgB_cFlD6PwE50RbMcsSUTMnUouqHeABkddhUU4d_01RK_it9qoi4qVkEThYuMXfuspd8dlTrTOoCyUK4154PALruSYqnsJOW48gxcuriX11cUXZYbbZPNsypSki-UL7-We6rUTkJS8Ak/s320/dostoevsky.jpg" width="256" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i> Dostoevsky rushes of passion to passion.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Of problem to problem, from depth to depth.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Tempered, pain and pleasure.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>People in distorted, unnatural forms.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Corruption, and abyss Genius, madness and idiocy;</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Thoughts clear and pure as the sun And distorted until the morbid absurdity.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>This is his journey.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>A large racial soul in birth or death convulsions Is like a person in a hospital bed, I suspect.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Crisis in the air.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Dostoyevsky is a few daring steps ahead of his time.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>It follows him dizzy, anxious, incredulous, but follows.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>He let loose, we must follow.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Here we find everything: naturalism, expressionism.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Idealism, skepticism, and what we have made.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>But he can not really talk about these things,</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Dostoevsky only knows the names of them.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>He writes what he sees.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Burning like hell into the brain and the soul.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>He writes because this is one of the few things you can write about That means anything in the 19th Century.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>The Politics there were changing He writes for his love of Russia,</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>And his hatred burns against the stranger.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Against the West, the soul...</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>He must simply accept this.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6COs_EYtu11tq1z6B9u-pp1L_gQgiLXz1HFZ7ftAPuXQHdbbdtjVtUcw41JH_a9GgoFDO-htPEbVxd1j7nxH1B6IG4wBcxAa6fUB23n6nS8bycUqpbm03UyPgKezQfBbxAKfHMpXaRR_mb1EpsXKxPfISHgydMCvCVDyvtmLeJ8PmUNYyIvIJwx8Pi0/s1134/Fedor_Vasilev_-_The_Thaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="1134" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6COs_EYtu11tq1z6B9u-pp1L_gQgiLXz1HFZ7ftAPuXQHdbbdtjVtUcw41JH_a9GgoFDO-htPEbVxd1j7nxH1B6IG4wBcxAa6fUB23n6nS8bycUqpbm03UyPgKezQfBbxAKfHMpXaRR_mb1EpsXKxPfISHgydMCvCVDyvtmLeJ8PmUNYyIvIJwx8Pi0/s320/Fedor_Vasilev_-_The_Thaw.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br /><i><br /></i></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>He comes from nowhere and belongs nowhere.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>And remains, always Russian.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>His novels are terrific ballads.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>What is written in the pages is ridiculous.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Petty, insignificant, sometimes meaningless.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Between the lines, everything can be found.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>One has to guess with him and feel.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Flakes, stuff, and plaster, form and symbol.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Including a nation's soul, which jostles forward.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Joseph Goebbels "Michael"</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDZZZY43zW6HIQsRun-KHRxzCfpvJlTdT8aTBxEzVYC14_UpbE1ZYpZRO9MzRLWK8TKYOFRanKPqGhm-rCkut_mJ3wIvCbiPwOVLuJ5UjxGEzaIFWXOWMyklH3hmg6JvVRrSzmI60YeqiBdJC8wrV6AzFiu_Sr50EaDa8MKUXXhC6teeFaqcDnIiJOzo/s1166/michael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1166" data-original-width="904" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDZZZY43zW6HIQsRun-KHRxzCfpvJlTdT8aTBxEzVYC14_UpbE1ZYpZRO9MzRLWK8TKYOFRanKPqGhm-rCkut_mJ3wIvCbiPwOVLuJ5UjxGEzaIFWXOWMyklH3hmg6JvVRrSzmI60YeqiBdJC8wrV6AzFiu_Sr50EaDa8MKUXXhC6teeFaqcDnIiJOzo/s320/michael.jpg" width="248" /></a></b></div><b><br /><i><br /></i></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-25371121089900750272023-12-11T21:27:00.003+02:002023-12-11T21:27:56.310+02:00Gaza Strip Soundtrack<p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wtti-J6yS4o?si=-8j1uvVehSsdSJjV" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-480894610357793982023-11-09T21:56:00.002+02:002023-11-09T21:57:52.542+02:00THE BEER HALL PUTSCH - 100th ANNIVERSARY<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1DF-AYn5qHb1xiWPJoIsCY1rJhNmmer7Uxqfvddy5eWrfOAglQFor0cuwdEiBynHo-Xd4FlFQGbwz6uQhFKZwpMkmrkYfX25A4Nun1XvkUIUNTOOZzSBA3etiUXI1M6-YFcwB0__0yncoW5rptzh-YKv9HAsUWta672TLG3YE30SzzHqg2SfE3Hd7W0/s823/honortemple.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="823" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1DF-AYn5qHb1xiWPJoIsCY1rJhNmmer7Uxqfvddy5eWrfOAglQFor0cuwdEiBynHo-Xd4FlFQGbwz6uQhFKZwpMkmrkYfX25A4Nun1XvkUIUNTOOZzSBA3etiUXI1M6-YFcwB0__0yncoW5rptzh-YKv9HAsUWta672TLG3YE30SzzHqg2SfE3Hd7W0/s320/honortemple.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <b><i>You dead heroes</i></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Never were you nearer to us —,</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Reminder, call, prayer —</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>As now when the Grim Reaper</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Stands before us.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Never were you so necessary to us.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Towers in the storm of care.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Never were you as alive to us.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>We are as acquainted with you as we are with death.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>We listen for the call. And we hear</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>In the night, when all is silent</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Your voices. They warn, they swear:</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Not only victories! The victory!</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>As our flags sink</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>God goes as the wind through the field.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>All our thanks and thoughts</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Become deed.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>—Gerhard Schumann</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-QjPjjnk_zYGxZReqlFzQ379xjrY7NCA3XsdcpU037fkGeP3pKeYzCEbn4i3XSAd9u8Q1JyMqaeKf1VjpSVdUWyu99wyWgjn14lbXCSLmVgSFPvVbjC-B2M60lMMevgMaJmT9bwv8Uu4-gcpWFJSjviOBkzQXHtlF98mB0kRzWtEYF7rfFVBVvi8KS8/s578/andyouhavewon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="415" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-QjPjjnk_zYGxZReqlFzQ379xjrY7NCA3XsdcpU037fkGeP3pKeYzCEbn4i3XSAd9u8Q1JyMqaeKf1VjpSVdUWyu99wyWgjn14lbXCSLmVgSFPvVbjC-B2M60lMMevgMaJmT9bwv8Uu4-gcpWFJSjviOBkzQXHtlF98mB0kRzWtEYF7rfFVBVvi8KS8/s320/andyouhavewon.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>“Truly these sixteen who fell have celebrated a resurrection unique in world history. The miracle is that from their sacrifice came Germany’s unity, the victory of a movement, of an idea, and the devotion of the entire people. All that we owe to these first men! If I had found no one then ready to risk his life, it would have been impossible to find them later. All the subsequent blood sacrifices were inspired by the sacrifice of these first men.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Therefore we raise them out of the darkness of forgetfulness and make them the center of attention of the German people forever. For us they are not dead. This temple is no crypt, but an eternal watch. Here they stand for Germany, on guard for our people. Here they lie as true martyrs of our movement.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>We celebrated this day each year in the past — not always in the same form during the years of persecution — and we are determined that it will be for all times a holiday for the German people. We do this not because sixteen men died. Thousands die daily, even more during an hour of war.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>We do it because these sixteen men, with believing hearts, died in a way that helped the German people to rise again.”</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>ADOLF HITLER</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqnq3Us6_ojMNfS0gUL8bZGI0h2AaLUTwX-YccnoLmeOO8cfKmY2p64iy6Oy1HblVTL5kCGBm_PIBRzkTLxLFji5tkTHl373TJckzpkRxnEgWm4U6b_xckxcEiNKWEtM02qQMtFYf8lHGwTKZ-I_MaWZCOjy1EMLSGcHTdPKsidHgsKbRcesOK2apPAk/s791/salutethedead.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="587" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqnq3Us6_ojMNfS0gUL8bZGI0h2AaLUTwX-YccnoLmeOO8cfKmY2p64iy6Oy1HblVTL5kCGBm_PIBRzkTLxLFji5tkTHl373TJckzpkRxnEgWm4U6b_xckxcEiNKWEtM02qQMtFYf8lHGwTKZ-I_MaWZCOjy1EMLSGcHTdPKsidHgsKbRcesOK2apPAk/s320/salutethedead.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Listen, you holy dead of our people:</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>As our mouths this day speak your sacrifice,</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>As we march onward through battle and distress,</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>True to your call and deepest command,</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>To stand by that which you have founded for us.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Listen, you holy dead of our people:</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Your blood is forever in us,</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>We want to give you a home in us</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>And want to be life of your life</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>And light of the light you kindled in us.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>— Sigismund Banek</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>“This year, with more pride than ever before, we may stand beside the graves of our old comrades. I am almost relieved to look this year to the graves of our party comrades, for I know that these party comrades all had the same goal: the struggle against the Marxist world enemy and its allies. That which we once said before the Feldherrnhalle we may speak with a thousand times more justice today at the graves of our soldiers of the World War: “Comrades, you have won after all!”</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>ADOLF HITLER</b></p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IXPVDO3piNs?si=boC4R8f7SUZGTHrL" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-6403852508575520742023-11-05T21:32:00.000+02:002023-11-05T21:32:09.253+02:00Den Hvite Guden<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidg5a0J6KLm1im3OhzxqbdcQtn_xnvQONEz1FUfeWAg1J7p6_c0L_K-X4fpljZMCtpoAW9Iti4iYJc-pew0mV18UmxRwzah6V1HG3IzJ0B_SJGdAPZlKKUsZPiNhsC8DyBcZWtQPYQLM3v4YXujCis2hryC8a1op5CLko786xfkMad-Zw-AcxrotpPME4/s400/2010_den_hvite_guden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidg5a0J6KLm1im3OhzxqbdcQtn_xnvQONEz1FUfeWAg1J7p6_c0L_K-X4fpljZMCtpoAW9Iti4iYJc-pew0mV18UmxRwzah6V1HG3IzJ0B_SJGdAPZlKKUsZPiNhsC8DyBcZWtQPYQLM3v4YXujCis2hryC8a1op5CLko786xfkMad-Zw-AcxrotpPME4/s320/2010_den_hvite_guden.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">"<b><i>The ONLY time I have compromised with a record company was when I made this Burzum album.I made it as "The White God", but was strongly advised to change the title, to avoid (more) accusations of "racism".I changed it to "Belus", the PIE name for Baldr (alias "The White God"). The racism accusations was not a problem to me, but to the records company in relation to their distributors. They were already facing problems because they had signed Burzum to begin with. They did not want to taste their luck any more.</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>I can add that the cover photo was taken by me in Bø i Telemark, in Norway, one day I was out walking in the forest with my (at the time only) son, Tívar."</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Varg Vikernes - 11/5/2023</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>MORE INFO ON "BELUS" HERE:</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><a href="https://www.burzum.org/eng/discography/official/2010_belus.shtml">https://www.burzum.org/eng/discography/official/2010_belus.shtml</a></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqMtIUi0k9BhGmrOAReKUcCFuhs3bry-hNhIevaMWutrnTDxloX1gcE1lFQXlyoWnYHVlevcvWv0MxyKMQApBEr8IyJS7eztopI_nJEiUnuzl-p5mQkSp7D3dWXwx29V0GIdt5AAZro6fjoLK3tcmQlEcBM3rNF_UGP-xPcixAEcT_alb0VkGQRGiHZQ/s316/beluscover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfoJz0DMbKhps59Ufaysxr9iON11bxW5c9McQmke4nmbL3OLP2SfezEpwQOzphX7Tq2U4HfMj2r7WDH8ihlhruKOLSPWAWPEm4OLhILXvmjH8JQ8HOwB8ObvpTnMWXGc92Zw-oFPXrc94UQOE7VIeIyfvABjWoSKZXIYQ3wPQBmbq0-nF775m_YuleLw/s320/ArchaeomaniaTAPEsiteflyer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>YOU CAN LISTEN A TRACK HERE:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vlfxSq049d0?si=rou0oFt04uaL4QNA" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>COMING DURING 2023/2024</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLY5KdZKoiZJMbIVDjcbu6coh_gXy7GyohGVCFYYKuvUEOL3g9TTJtL1ZGvQBKsMm5CQ9qcuLg0ZFoVDyTgIo8gaWDgw9i20jlGPd_9aQFn0myj4ElVQEWgJUcUYo-vwWwDEwMeQIcYJnFQWG8WV536e0O3ujnOqZePVE52CZO1rXcf8XIpo-mriP8Xg/s320/dreadful-relic-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>DREADFUL RELIC Official Website:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><a href="https://www.dreadfulrelic.com/">https://www.dreadfulrelic.com/</a></u></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-6302629931819072972023-10-31T22:04:00.004+02:002023-10-31T22:09:42.502+02:00Words Like Spitting Fire<div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2W0Ye6dfmW0jwYqtzGdssY65gpcqBOHLLFyMJmd0OCuh5WBWMBKcl3w4aaoP3aYPuw_o7xFFOvkPtsK1854uKqB48iQnR-hkzsmfjQmNd52FpehFQ5QUGjspqFdb9HedemNJVBCTr-MzzHClnWuFzCkKRPCAJeg59dx7YZE3v-UGN-w_mcOQtfgkOZo/s1940/EZRAPOUND.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1293" data-original-width="1940" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2W0Ye6dfmW0jwYqtzGdssY65gpcqBOHLLFyMJmd0OCuh5WBWMBKcl3w4aaoP3aYPuw_o7xFFOvkPtsK1854uKqB48iQnR-hkzsmfjQmNd52FpehFQ5QUGjspqFdb9HedemNJVBCTr-MzzHClnWuFzCkKRPCAJeg59dx7YZE3v-UGN-w_mcOQtfgkOZo/s320/EZRAPOUND.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>EZRA POUND </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1930: World's greatest poet</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1945: Declared insane, put in an asylum</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>He was finally released in 1958.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Here are 10 thoughts from a poet who paid a heavy price for being a dissident:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1. Why Ancient Rome Fell. Rome fell as its language fell. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Pound: </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Rome rose with the idiom of Caesar, Ovid, and Tacitus, she declined in a welter of rhetoric, the diplomat's language to conceal thought...Rome went because it was no longer the fashion to hit the nail on the head."</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2. On putting your skin in the game: </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"If a man isn't willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he's no good."</i> In the preface to Guide To Kulchur, Pound notes that he will be committing himself to ideas that<i> “very few men can AFFORD to.”</i></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>3. Pound on words. Every word comes with<i> "roots"</i> and<i> "associations"</i> - with a history of where the word is<i> "familiarly used"</i> and also where it has been used<i> "brilliantly or memorably."</i> A great writer uses words with full awareness of this background.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>4. Pound on how to lose an empire: </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"A people that grows accustomed to sloppy writing is a people in process of losing grip on its empire and on itself."</i> Vague words betray a mind that is afraid of conclusions. You lose power over reality by first losing your conceptual grip.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>5. The greatest of art foists<i> "sudden growth"</i> upon us. Great art helps us grasp a complicated emotion or idea in a flash via the means of an elegant <i>"image." </i>The sensation of <i>"sudden liberation"</i> that accompanies great art comes from this image.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>6. An apt definition of great literature from Pound: </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree." </i>Bad writing is when the words are weak, the sentences meandering, and the paragraphs unsure of their own conclusion.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>7. Pound against relativism: </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"When words cease to cling close to things, kingdoms fall, empires wane and diminish."</i> GK Chesterton agrees: <i>"Fires will be kindled to testify that two and two make four. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer."</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>8. Pound on how to design your reading list: </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand."</i> We read for entertainment, distraction, solace - but why not read for power?</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>9. Ezra Pound on why he discarded rhyme: </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"One discards rhyme, not because one is incapable of rhyming neat, fleet, sweet, meet, treat, eat, feet but because there are certain emotions or energies which are nor represented by the over-familiar devices or patterns."</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>10. Pound on why literature is hero-worship: </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity. The omniscient historian would display the masterpieces, their causes and their inter-relation. The study of literature is hero-worship."</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>TAKEN FROM: <i><u><a href="https://memod.com/jashdholani/memos" target="_blank">The Old Books Guy</a></u></i></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-79525410856256494382023-10-27T22:55:00.001+03:002023-10-27T22:55:21.003+03:00THE MAJESTIC AQUILA - Origin and Meaning<p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIouCKb4P9mC3wnd53DmlwbsnWTc5eZh5-bmSPx9-cGMd5IoKDdQU4YQMHq-HPNqyEo0tYC1Kzoq3ON2TffoS-j-GMYT121t1EMU0b98y4bQMrJKkhBWV4Ap1-OltsUSxiAg5WJWoGhQJdBEqienojz0iyZgQC5JupJ73kcZB-1YWE_qkQYl7DG1r0Bpc/s1000/Eaglespqr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="1000" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIouCKb4P9mC3wnd53DmlwbsnWTc5eZh5-bmSPx9-cGMd5IoKDdQU4YQMHq-HPNqyEo0tYC1Kzoq3ON2TffoS-j-GMYT121t1EMU0b98y4bQMrJKkhBWV4Ap1-OltsUSxiAg5WJWoGhQJdBEqienojz0iyZgQC5JupJ73kcZB-1YWE_qkQYl7DG1r0Bpc/s320/Eaglespqr.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>By</b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u><a href="https://twitter.com/CCrowley100" target="_blank">CHAD CROWLEY</a></u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>Introduction: </u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>In ancient Rome, the majestic Aquila - the eagle - stood as an unrivaled symbol of the empire's martial prowess and steadfast authority. This emblematic bird exemplified Roman imperium, personifying its unyielding power and unconquerable spirit. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The eagle's symbolic genesis hails from the prehistorical epoch of the Proto-Indo-Europeans, where it served as both a religious and symbolic representation of power and dominion. As the concept of the eagle developed, evolving from the metaphysical to the earthly, it transcended its original celestial attributions, undergoing a metamorphosis to become an invincible representation of Roman military might.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>Origins of the Aquila: </u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The roots of the Aquila can be traced back to the Proto-Indo-European peoples, specifically within the Ur-pantheon of their ancient religious system. In this early context, the eagle served as the divine emblem of the Sky-Father, Diaus Pita. Over time, this deity found parallels in the Greek and Roman pantheons, evolving into Zeus in Greek religion and Jupiter in Roman tradition.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVmSwOhBRLN7p0jFMRJ382oheSen7eisdNibbUXnDaqWVpQd14VwKnQPdxwJZQzdgg1grGs_9Ouvl1J2YytcuTbINg6OY5ZCi-uVdxZUkFVrFr9oOiNazcw1HUCxW9__HwoAbywLHK6kegrbzVH_JG5AcAd1qCNXvUNFo4G7dCYZ7ocT4gLyHnxf2cek0/s1280/eaglezeus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="782" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVmSwOhBRLN7p0jFMRJ382oheSen7eisdNibbUXnDaqWVpQd14VwKnQPdxwJZQzdgg1grGs_9Ouvl1J2YytcuTbINg6OY5ZCi-uVdxZUkFVrFr9oOiNazcw1HUCxW9__HwoAbywLHK6kegrbzVH_JG5AcAd1qCNXvUNFo4G7dCYZ7ocT4gLyHnxf2cek0/s320/eaglezeus.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The Aquila, then, was not merely a symbol but an extension of Jupiter's dominion. It embodied divine protection and radiated an aura of martial prowess. This divine authority took tangible form within the Roman legions: the Aquila graced the standards of every legion, manifesting Jupiter's power in a physical form. This powerful emblem served to imbue every Roman legionary with an unshakeable conviction in their martial supremacy. It reinforced the idea of the legion's invincibility on the battlefield, a belief integral to the sweeping success of Roman military campaigns.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYuWK5IdMEzRrEgtLzTdBrlBvd24GNmFmeBlmyjZLEg6smz00ePY2GSA_dqWrUMcbplEIAyRsoMrm1y2MakHWeNts3AeJai8h5b4QJGPLvKJj1Ft1mkftd3uXye3ML6Jf8gvJ31WJpTON7BTTyTt0rkQfbHV04tmF4JyYXBv7ixyyCRMquqt6MLPexBY/s650/Roman-soldier-paint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="650" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYuWK5IdMEzRrEgtLzTdBrlBvd24GNmFmeBlmyjZLEg6smz00ePY2GSA_dqWrUMcbplEIAyRsoMrm1y2MakHWeNts3AeJai8h5b4QJGPLvKJj1Ft1mkftd3uXye3ML6Jf8gvJ31WJpTON7BTTyTt0rkQfbHV04tmF4JyYXBv7ixyyCRMquqt6MLPexBY/s320/Roman-soldier-paint.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>The Symbol of Martial Unity: </u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The Aquila, deeply ingrained in the hearts of the Roman legions, embodied their collective identity and unyielding martial spirit. More than a mere emblem, it served as a beacon of unity, a rallying point that permeated the ranks of the Roman military machine. Its commanding presence encapsulated the essence of Roman martial prowess, instilling a shared sense of purpose among the legionaries.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>With wings outstretched, the Aquila stood as a timeless symbol of hope and valor amidst the brutal realities of ancient warfare. Its presence ignited an innate resolve within the Roman legions, inspiring them to conquer all obstacles with undeterred determination and to overcome any adversary that dared to challenge the might of the Roman Empire.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Amidst the turmoil and dust of battle, the Aquila, proudly hoisted on the legion's standard, served as a unifying battle cry. From the tumultuous Battle of Cannae in 216 BC, where the Roman army suffered one of its most devastating defeats at the hands of Hannibal Barca, to the decisive victory at Actium in 31 BC, which marked the end of the Roman Republic and the rise of the Roman Empire under Octavian (later known as Augustus), the Aquila's presence was a constant. It symbolized Rome's undying martial spirit - a spirit that, despite defeats and hardships, always strived for and often achieved victory. The Aquila was more than a military standard; it was the soul of the legion itself, a testament to its resilience, strength, and indomitable valor. In the presence of the Aquila, every Roman soldier fought not merely for survival, but for the honor and glory of his legion, his empire, and the imperium it represented.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>Expanding Significance: </u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>As the Roman Empire relentlessly expanded its territory from the late Republic era (2nd-1st centuries BC) through the Principate (1st-3rd centuries AD) and into the Dominate period (4th-5th centuries AD), the significance of the Aquila grew proportionally with the grandeur of the empire. The eagle's role evolved beyond a mere military emblem to become the living representation of the Divine Emperor himself, signifying his absolute command over the legions and his imperium - the supreme authority of the Roman state. Standing as an unparalleled symbol of Rome's might and magnificence, the Aquila echoed across the vast expanse of the empire, from the imposing grandeur of the Colosseum in the heart of Rome to the farthest, most remote frontiers of imperial dominion.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>The Dualistic Emblem: </u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The double-headed eagle, with one head facing Rome—the longstanding political epicenter of the European West—and the other directed towards Constantinople—established as the Empire's capital in 330 AD—served as a powerful symbol of the unification of the empire's distinct realms. This symbolic duality epitomized the cohesive strength that bound together the vast Roman Empire, despite vast geographical and ethnocultural differences. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiBRsYn03u0IJ0OHDwCm7fBi_phoP4HRgvoBzDAKJyjIWBkGdGIxMSWedGfrtMmoKBUJxjzj2EagSrBmT3a9uIJ8gVuSJFvyijD4PYfPQNOFJyOxWjX9vFhD_pVE0zHsFMbZFaoRvPzyF781BZgxNcwKIQEAR_rzt1oz119Ydrn230yLyvAcR-d7CwEg/s639/aquilifer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="639" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiBRsYn03u0IJ0OHDwCm7fBi_phoP4HRgvoBzDAKJyjIWBkGdGIxMSWedGfrtMmoKBUJxjzj2EagSrBmT3a9uIJ8gVuSJFvyijD4PYfPQNOFJyOxWjX9vFhD_pVE0zHsFMbZFaoRvPzyF781BZgxNcwKIQEAR_rzt1oz119Ydrn230yLyvAcR-d7CwEg/s320/aquilifer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>The Sacred Obligation: </u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>To a Roman soldier, the Aquila bore a sacred significance that transcended the earthly realm, firmly rooted in the spiritual. The loss of a military standard, especially the esteemed Aquila, was an event of such calamitous proportion that it shook the very foundations of a legion's honor. Therefore, recovering a lost Aquila transcended mere restitution; it was a quest for redemption, a restoration of the legion's deeply wounded pride and a reassertion of their unwavering devotion to Rome.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>One historical instance which underlines this fact is the calamity that befell the Roman forces in 9 AD in the Teutoburg Forest. Here, three Roman legions - the XVII, XVIII, and XIX - led by Publius Quinctilius Varus, were utterly annihilated by Germanic tribes under the leadership of Arminius. The loss of the three Aquilae was a profound blow to Roman dignity. As such, subsequent Emperors, notably Germanicus under the reign of Augustus' successor Tiberius, launched a series of relentless military campaigns, not merely to exact vengeance on the rebellious tribes but also to restore the lost honor by retrieving the fallen Aquilae. These efforts exemplify the incomparable value and symbolism of the Aquila within the Roman military ethos.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>Enduring Legacy: </u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The Aquila, imbued with martial grandeur, defies the ravages of time, standing as an embodiment of an era steeped in Roman audacity and unwavering spirit. Its spiritual beginnings traced back to the Proto-Indo-European Ur-pantheon, and its subsequent elevation to a symbol atop Roman legionary standards, the Aquila encapsulates the very quintessence of Roman martial might and the enduring legacy of an empire echoing through history. As an emblem of Rome's indomitable spirit, the Aquila's symbolic flight continues, casting an enduring shadow across millennia, reflecting Rome's martial prowess and its timeless grandeur.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>In the context of Western civilization and the peoples of Europe, the legacy of the Aquila holds a significant place, intricately woven into the tapestry of our collective identity. This enduring symbol of strength, courage, and authority has left an indelible mark on our ethnocultural, historical, and military heritage, serving as a powerful connection to our ancestral past.</b></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguw78BGjggmAeyQRfH2rdoZ334LRbknKs2Z7wE3bt8Qm1hXjtT_0eaNEcnIywRX_z5ong-RS7n-PoEpVTI-8zoBlLzzlU1I7lM7w0O3aeCZemwdgQ9dx2h-cZIAEhCq44gM-8AOHfZ0JWLpPZ7ASr1rYiF4K-yWR6Fhajl6dcLx_9ICsVMmpUkcdfFvLw/s924/Rubens_-_Prometheus_Bound.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguw78BGjggmAeyQRfH2rdoZ334LRbknKs2Z7wE3bt8Qm1hXjtT_0eaNEcnIywRX_z5ong-RS7n-PoEpVTI-8zoBlLzzlU1I7lM7w0O3aeCZemwdgQ9dx2h-cZIAEhCq44gM-8AOHfZ0JWLpPZ7ASr1rYiF4K-yWR6Fhajl6dcLx_9ICsVMmpUkcdfFvLw/s320/Rubens_-_Prometheus_Bound.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-44375804674493928212023-10-13T22:37:00.002+03:002023-10-13T22:38:13.557+03:00A Visit In Athens<p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8jzHZDclh9BE-ufweIFlOza5vBUEJnoXK1WFq2racz5Ns3xvjsmNm_ZDvmDyfg1SoDq_1IoiivmGuUFBG5i70X0yYLnZtDgDfzoBE8dX0SDqKbGKpNytg7-aLz0ry6pPhKgW8IeGYhF132iV-4IoKrUU4NDAkEV9-JqTmOz8bU0rDtL4pRxHmlb_QTI/s1119/20231013_223244.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1119" data-original-width="926" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8jzHZDclh9BE-ufweIFlOza5vBUEJnoXK1WFq2racz5Ns3xvjsmNm_ZDvmDyfg1SoDq_1IoiivmGuUFBG5i70X0yYLnZtDgDfzoBE8dX0SDqKbGKpNytg7-aLz0ry6pPhKgW8IeGYhF132iV-4IoKrUU4NDAkEV9-JqTmOz8bU0rDtL4pRxHmlb_QTI/s320/20231013_223244.jpg" width="265" /></a></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(Goebbels & Hoffmann at Archaeological Museum of Athens)</b></div></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i> "The temple of Zeus and the temple Hephestus. Here life, God and art have become one. The total show of everything beautiful and noble in perfection. I`m so happy and fullfilled by it. Grateful that there were such great people and designers. Glad that I`m allowed to see this. Athens is indescribable in atmosphere. A magic picture without equal. In the city. Made & purchases. The public is very nice . The authorities amiable, the press extraordinary friendly."</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Joseph Goebbels - Diary entry 23 September 1936</b></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-41829536794265736022023-10-02T23:12:00.005+03:002023-10-02T23:12:42.710+03:00Sounds From The Bunker<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>New releases of DUNKEL BUNKER</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Krl_SJCw38tQXC7p1sefD-KYzJWh5bKn4f328PVx1ZCsj8aIhrAO0CKq0vCYfC9ORXtOSIALnsPKc272AeUJw2MvIqewumkDE_DC0GiOfNDvo13njQmvRe-9a-vRwxaWrq5jmHRaI72IJkWJjSiJ1pd6gJterW_MBmPoH1Old9K519ou7skt3Z2i7uI/s2404/ETflyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2404" data-original-width="2100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Krl_SJCw38tQXC7p1sefD-KYzJWh5bKn4f328PVx1ZCsj8aIhrAO0CKq0vCYfC9ORXtOSIALnsPKc272AeUJw2MvIqewumkDE_DC0GiOfNDvo13njQmvRe-9a-vRwxaWrq5jmHRaI72IJkWJjSiJ1pd6gJterW_MBmPoH1Old9K519ou7skt3Z2i7uI/s320/ETflyer.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4J6MHghGvw3E3TJpuPfgQn3mG3LM0vmialBIwMGt6NEpjAUF9DDMgB1Ho1s1DPlvr-VSlKTa7M4h1xtfulbYlNuglAo9lSXvz34H6toHNdylfEqCdTH2ogDcRsnU8dbzcb2aLh9ILop3Smx2Lg4NFnlqsy9Stj2EsPCZDYoLdGpw2eep0YByqIZpdjQ/s2404/ET-T-shirt-flyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2404" data-original-width="2100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4J6MHghGvw3E3TJpuPfgQn3mG3LM0vmialBIwMGt6NEpjAUF9DDMgB1Ho1s1DPlvr-VSlKTa7M4h1xtfulbYlNuglAo9lSXvz34H6toHNdylfEqCdTH2ogDcRsnU8dbzcb2aLh9ILop3Smx2Lg4NFnlqsy9Stj2EsPCZDYoLdGpw2eep0YByqIZpdjQ/s320/ET-T-shirt-flyer.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJKAWymSyqOfzOUA_nFUOt8pTaC4WUlkU6Mu91ZIvA9ZTuBqgAD_nlMTjwhBEnk-UpZNAXEPHW0p7py_rJKnDEDXJI3MKfnh8mcScnW0BLlX4DEo6O25zaQwRJjjgZpSg9Kn8BTR740xfsLvdKsApCSZQq8Ip9I6uRhwR390Zfa4KHynw0-op4kZEjFg/s2404/WN-T-shirt-flyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2404" data-original-width="2100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJKAWymSyqOfzOUA_nFUOt8pTaC4WUlkU6Mu91ZIvA9ZTuBqgAD_nlMTjwhBEnk-UpZNAXEPHW0p7py_rJKnDEDXJI3MKfnh8mcScnW0BLlX4DEo6O25zaQwRJjjgZpSg9Kn8BTR740xfsLvdKsApCSZQq8Ip9I6uRhwR390Zfa4KHynw0-op4kZEjFg/s320/WN-T-shirt-flyer.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Available at : <i><u><a href="https://www.dunkelbunker.com/">https://www.dunkelbunker.com/</a></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-86023278358327186122023-09-18T22:34:00.002+03:002023-09-18T22:49:06.992+03:00The Fifth Column of Capitalism - A Lesson From History<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Strasser brothers oftenly hailed by pseudo-NS guys of today as the "ultra revolutionaries" and "die-hard anticapitalists". But they were really like this? The reality was far from that. In fact they were the fifth column of capitalism inside the NSDAP. The paid minions of bankers and industrialists so to prevent the true NS forces of revolution of taking the power. Fortunately, the justified action of Night of The Long Knives gave to these traitors what they really deserve. The text that follows shows exactly that.</b></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxVk0PIUEQYWkLeYh6I4u6runpLPRKYXJ-58KF-vaTypCHOs0sgC--fzqbYQYZb6i6UJVYRUhK7k7DxEnKaYYbqvVl_rlBaVpmX_xLQzmgClIh2ZGsDyTn4phw6ez2p5Y0uT4pipFkzMnf5CR1IcWylnKhp6yiLg21STENpC0O64tbOOMmP9GYN2C4uw/s385/Strasser_brothers.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="226" data-original-width="385" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxVk0PIUEQYWkLeYh6I4u6runpLPRKYXJ-58KF-vaTypCHOs0sgC--fzqbYQYZb6i6UJVYRUhK7k7DxEnKaYYbqvVl_rlBaVpmX_xLQzmgClIh2ZGsDyTn4phw6ez2p5Y0uT4pipFkzMnf5CR1IcWylnKhp6yiLg21STENpC0O64tbOOMmP9GYN2C4uw/s320/Strasser_brothers.webp" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"In line with his changing ideological perspectives, Strasser was prepared after 1930 to initiate a serious dialogue with industrialists, especially with regard to the mining and chemical industries in the Rhur where Schulz had important contacts. Sympathetic industrialists wanted to be certain that their donations to the NSDAP would be controlled by responsible hands, and August Heinrichsbauer, chief editor of the </i>Rhenisch-Westfalischer Wirtschaftsdienst<i> in Essen and principal link-man of Ruhr industry to the political right who was on friendly terms with Schulz, states that some businessman saw their "responsible" man in Strasser. As a result, received from spring 1931 a monthly subvention of RM10,OOO from the mining industry with the specific objective of strengthrning himself and his "moderate" associates in the part, and of helping them to advance co-operation with the other acceptable right-wing circles. Similarly, Strasser almost certainly received the bulk of the RM180,000 industrialist Otto Wolff paid to the NSDAP during 1932 on the advice of Schleicher, and may also received smaller ammounts from Paul Silverberg and a few other magnates. Strasser's "socialism" was obviously not taken too seriously by these hard-headed businessmen."</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Taken from : PETER D.STACHURA <i>"Gregor Strasser and the rise of Nazism"</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>SEE ALSO:</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><a href="http://tkparadosis.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-were-strasser-brothers-part-1.html" target="_blank">WHO WERE THE STRASSER BROTHERS Part 1</a></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><a href="http://tkparadosis.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-were-strasser-brothers-part-2.html" target="_blank">WHO WERE THE STRASSER BROTHERS Part 2</a></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><a href="http://tkparadosis.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-were-strasser-brothers-part-3-last.html" target="_blank">WHO WERE THE STRASSER BROTHERS Part 3</a></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-44732203833561528422023-09-06T22:26:00.001+03:002023-09-06T22:35:20.042+03:00Heraclitus - Cultivation of War and The Higher Type of Man<p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUc-4ban-SMnkboNZEx0HCHuI4-axV80N5lJghi0ADuvPp5XaTx__eBPQiJKFwIU2PrHecQBWQJNYa6a6UDDd3o2seSkg4OqriSuVW4Bzao5INZYcLEKX5V3tF_gPJWNJx7Mhkz1lSimQaP2lsLsoNGTUzEKdtqaCgbXqdBwAFHDJwXLh089w50XQgdoU/s1192/warking.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1192" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUc-4ban-SMnkboNZEx0HCHuI4-axV80N5lJghi0ADuvPp5XaTx__eBPQiJKFwIU2PrHecQBWQJNYa6a6UDDd3o2seSkg4OqriSuVW4Bzao5INZYcLEKX5V3tF_gPJWNJx7Mhkz1lSimQaP2lsLsoNGTUzEKdtqaCgbXqdBwAFHDJwXLh089w50XQgdoU/s320/warking.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>By</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><a href="https://twitter.com/CCrowley100" target="_blank">Chad Crowley</a></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>"War is the father of all and the king of all; it proves some people gods, and some people men; it makes some people slaves and some people free."</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>― Heraclitus,<i> Fragments</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heraclitus (c. 540 BC – c. 480 BC), hailing from the Ionic Greek city of Ephesus and known as the <i>Obscure One</i>, stands as an unparalleled colossus in the annals of ancient Greek pre-Socratic philosophy. His intellectual legacy, deep and vast, has threaded its way through time, influencing the minds of giants from Plato to Nietzsche, and beyond.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Central to his teachings was the notion that the universe is in a state of constant change, where nothing remains still.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>For Heraclitus, <i>fire</i> epitomized this fundamental principle. More than a mere element, fire symbolized the cyclical nature of transformation: creation and destruction, birth and death.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>He envisioned a cosmos where this fiery dynamism underpinned every process, from the macroscopic revolutions of celestial bodies to the microscopic alterations within organisms.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>His doctrine of the unity of opposites suggests that all the seemingly opposing forces of the cosmos are interconnected and interdependent, establishing a cosmic balance.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>At the heart of this balance, Heraclitus posited, was the concept of the<i> Logos</i>, a rational principle that guided the universe's ceaseless change. Despite the apparent disorder and chaos, there exists an underlying order, governed by this Logos.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heraclitus firmly positions<i> war </i>as the cornerstone of his philosophy, symbolizing the unwavering agonal spirit of mankind. In the realm of men, war and conflict shape destinies, while strife among citizens fortifies the vitality of their cities, and, by extension, their nations.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpccDXWvVvaJETOJHezUisxBmIe5Dek32b98BS8BvAnbicxUrchwzsC4KlzlPDMKv0VJDNskSRdbvqwEyBUjkesHMgp6ZB9mY-pmHHyyXx_sSYX_JnqRg3daMqB1rCvIhFm70C5fhwqZ3QRMViVS6nA4NNvBHaGzMANEQ36t5skSRU9p72Er0rZ4eljP4/s4320/dyingwarrior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpccDXWvVvaJETOJHezUisxBmIe5Dek32b98BS8BvAnbicxUrchwzsC4KlzlPDMKv0VJDNskSRdbvqwEyBUjkesHMgp6ZB9mY-pmHHyyXx_sSYX_JnqRg3daMqB1rCvIhFm70C5fhwqZ3QRMViVS6nA4NNvBHaGzMANEQ36t5skSRU9p72Er0rZ4eljP4/s320/dyingwarrior.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Yet, for Heraclitus, these fierce conflicts, the perpetual agonizing struggle, are not merely destructive climaxes. They serve as the genesis of new beginnings from which new life is forged. Through these tempestuous confrontations, both men and nations ascend. They may bear the scars of battle, yet these very trials of cosmic combat craft equilibrium, harmony, and innate beauty. War doesn't merely play out in the domain of man; it is a reflection of the great cosmic rhythm of the totality of existence.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heraclitus' unwavering belief in the all-encompassing role of war not only shapes his understanding of the tangible aspects of the world, but also extends to the metaphysical realm.</b></p><p><b>True masculine virtue isn't found in the mindless brawls of the pub, but in the wholehearted embrace of this cosmic struggle. The most valorous men possess an innate understanding of the world's intricate agonal fabric, allowing them to align their thoughts, words, and actions with its rhythm. Yet, for many, such profound insight remains elusive, their spirits tethered by trepidation and inertia. The discernment of this profound truth is a gift reserved for the <i>higher-type of man.</i></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbrNDGfcEwmFsJcWAmXB4BEZzH87-kg-8Cmw8h7T3a5JU24k7Wpf0tl27HrOaoHNgkJ-aQ5JRK1dv1f9OH3l1_tFdpo0Axsv8XR9UeWDbCUdkM4LzVh2uXCbXRwLQG7qGW9BHwRSABz1Nkdmrzpdp0OX1E5pqj-qw3lu8a4-cwTnloOC4lb-GWnF2IEI/s2000/horsemen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1412" data-original-width="2000" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbrNDGfcEwmFsJcWAmXB4BEZzH87-kg-8Cmw8h7T3a5JU24k7Wpf0tl27HrOaoHNgkJ-aQ5JRK1dv1f9OH3l1_tFdpo0Axsv8XR9UeWDbCUdkM4LzVh2uXCbXRwLQG7qGW9BHwRSABz1Nkdmrzpdp0OX1E5pqj-qw3lu8a4-cwTnloOC4lb-GWnF2IEI/s320/horsemen.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b><br /></b></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-15019960935856187572023-08-27T21:38:00.001+03:002023-08-27T21:38:18.257+03:00The Revenge of Nature Upon Man - The Tolkien Allegory<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6oOdXR-yqZqBwUZE4PdJkWzyRT3oaMOXfed7KS4BFdgNK4aF1Ddqc_ITPSI_eibJVYp6kSnnkrMPZaC3a52OHLvCP7bp7NBM9c36iHFdvah7FBnesoqcNPBu61pjyMdtHpPo6x--58JckCuV_i675pr-_0rplVS9z0YValRNLYlkwQ2QAqCSdIYfZwM/s1280/wrathofthents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="1280" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6oOdXR-yqZqBwUZE4PdJkWzyRT3oaMOXfed7KS4BFdgNK4aF1Ddqc_ITPSI_eibJVYp6kSnnkrMPZaC3a52OHLvCP7bp7NBM9c36iHFdvah7FBnesoqcNPBu61pjyMdtHpPo6x--58JckCuV_i675pr-_0rplVS9z0YValRNLYlkwQ2QAqCSdIYfZwM/s320/wrathofthents.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The Ent's Marching Song</b></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>We come, we come with roll of drum: ta-runda runda runda rom!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>We come, we come with horn and drum: ta-rūna rūna rūna rom!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>To Isengard! Though Isengard be ringed and barred with doors of stone;</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and bare as bone,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door;</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars - we go to war!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of drum, we come, we come;</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>To Isengard with doom we come!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>With doom we come, with doom we come!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4TXzsuc-FSircT9Lis4xbXxnPNj3ZHVsSa2789n_3qHdUcomox8D6klk-piTFBsZS4j9iGJsjvxB4JcpC9PYeRdJgfA3mRFexk0vbeFIy7knqOuIJsf62_Z3NamhJpr5oQkCvqo-vPv86oDFYTkHgip7G_FREbRTzttsoX2jhI7Fp30vZfx6CwY1Wuwc/s600/tolkienmap.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="600" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4TXzsuc-FSircT9Lis4xbXxnPNj3ZHVsSa2789n_3qHdUcomox8D6klk-piTFBsZS4j9iGJsjvxB4JcpC9PYeRdJgfA3mRFexk0vbeFIy7knqOuIJsf62_Z3NamhJpr5oQkCvqo-vPv86oDFYTkHgip7G_FREbRTzttsoX2jhI7Fp30vZfx6CwY1Wuwc/s320/tolkienmap.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>THE POEM: <i>"The March of the Ent"</i> by J.R.R. Tolkien</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>THE PICS:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1. <i> "The Wrath of the Ents"</i> by Ted Nasmith</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2. A Classic Map of Middle Earth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-76130778117123913782023-08-23T21:52:00.001+03:002023-08-23T21:52:36.773+03:00The European Civilization Died on Stalingrand<p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4szrVo4ebG7CnUthOrgm3GsvtckoDCl9wbW4c7FPEI_PUXoOiI22S9SzDieSQSlXLdJN3f3OokSUGXTTLM94ifc1-av_ULPTRvXgaLmmebdb5wnVKpate_NaSCDn440nZ8NAY8WvttmiNcAvkDFVA5H9s2J7J2H_TOQdzOSUyTxxVB07hVmGMO-L_u7w/s1321/germansoldiera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="962" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4szrVo4ebG7CnUthOrgm3GsvtckoDCl9wbW4c7FPEI_PUXoOiI22S9SzDieSQSlXLdJN3f3OokSUGXTTLM94ifc1-av_ULPTRvXgaLmmebdb5wnVKpate_NaSCDn440nZ8NAY8WvttmiNcAvkDFVA5H9s2J7J2H_TOQdzOSUyTxxVB07hVmGMO-L_u7w/s320/germansoldiera.jpg" width="233" /></a></b></div><b><i><br /></i></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i> It’s Stalingrad. How’s that for catharsis! The fall of Stalingrad is the finish of Europe. There was a cataclysm. The core of it all was Stalingrad. There you can say it was finished and well finished, the white civilization. So all that, it made some noise, some boiling, the guns, the waterfalls. I was in it…</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Louis-Ferdinand Céline</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Taken from <i><u><a href="https://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/4502/the-art-of-fiction-no-33-louis-ferdinand-celine" target="_blank">HERE</a></u></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-18535693236797759792023-08-14T22:07:00.001+03:002023-08-14T22:07:13.280+03:0020th Century Blood Religion & Ancestral Cult<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqNCZP9hCk-HFNTNxMD3OhAvMY_7kCI6x3sY-EDPecpvncdApL5Fc7tDPRROYlYoJXdbtgDDpY0fs_UX0Espeez5FR72IKYyiZ1eDjfYh606aopGN5f3DKWm2rFaWfSmGuuPRGuqe6Q6rtaEt6pzEz6WQTiLdbVfybhS19-WRBy8IVWoEnHLpqcXibFM/s896/1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqNCZP9hCk-HFNTNxMD3OhAvMY_7kCI6x3sY-EDPecpvncdApL5Fc7tDPRROYlYoJXdbtgDDpY0fs_UX0Espeez5FR72IKYyiZ1eDjfYh606aopGN5f3DKWm2rFaWfSmGuuPRGuqe6Q6rtaEt6pzEz6WQTiLdbVfybhS19-WRBy8IVWoEnHLpqcXibFM/s320/1.jpeg" width="219" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>"The Edda: The fame of the dead is eternal.”</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>( courtesy of the NSDAP regional office, Saxony - November 1938) )</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEwx2n4rpsYCNc_4-MB0M5xkydjyrFtTzQ0fJJr_sEXr_Hf05QowUynTPhTPq35TNnlqabztufZRcpfGtN8WeXYaL_nmn3koHbyvyKzYGTQA2AFkO7A-9H-hebGmJ9WIrn4faTAYvrXaAtTaLpg-AwDslvB3sJ0agTI69iSDmQYDUYOhsj-ouvX3TXI0/s1065/F3Y1heAbcAApzq2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1065" data-original-width="714" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEwx2n4rpsYCNc_4-MB0M5xkydjyrFtTzQ0fJJr_sEXr_Hf05QowUynTPhTPq35TNnlqabztufZRcpfGtN8WeXYaL_nmn3koHbyvyKzYGTQA2AFkO7A-9H-hebGmJ9WIrn4faTAYvrXaAtTaLpg-AwDslvB3sJ0agTI69iSDmQYDUYOhsj-ouvX3TXI0/s320/F3Y1heAbcAApzq2.jpeg" width="215" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>"Common Blood belongs in a Common Reich."</i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMtb2EVn5qM9moM0SvIbKKhmFxy2by3FqDtmROhhWpeGLQDCsmEMu6RNK5lNLCYpFpucuENPMqIphRoggnvQ46nMWl7xXt8MDxg3cMaqYINUmh9oFYm7e5GBjtiusIis-j1BoDvDFSnbbkJrnOpQ_JbxxF6u4dH7S42lL2R_KcEuwQWmVRuXQsx9_6PU/s966/F3Zbsc3bwAEcU5l.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="648" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMtb2EVn5qM9moM0SvIbKKhmFxy2by3FqDtmROhhWpeGLQDCsmEMu6RNK5lNLCYpFpucuENPMqIphRoggnvQ46nMWl7xXt8MDxg3cMaqYINUmh9oFYm7e5GBjtiusIis-j1BoDvDFSnbbkJrnOpQ_JbxxF6u4dH7S42lL2R_KcEuwQWmVRuXQsx9_6PU/s320/F3Zbsc3bwAEcU5l.jpeg" width="215" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>“The German nation will put an end to plutocratic world tyranny.”</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>(Gau Sachsen - March 1940)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGflYBULRU5YyqzLFE5oB4vyBjThePOKUvSVAusgJFj348xXoF6UKRRAcYXN5n1joEgnAmJyx4PCQZcG-M-5C6oz8k4cB7doeThOKnZa4jEd_DAuEBXS249hSoqOGMTifngoVst784f6iormFaNg5obYxXgqPHsjT62GPppn_FSIQp1FfA9H-mLTeX-k/s912/F3ZcSXNbUAAgkoi.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="608" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGflYBULRU5YyqzLFE5oB4vyBjThePOKUvSVAusgJFj348xXoF6UKRRAcYXN5n1joEgnAmJyx4PCQZcG-M-5C6oz8k4cB7doeThOKnZa4jEd_DAuEBXS249hSoqOGMTifngoVst784f6iormFaNg5obYxXgqPHsjT62GPppn_FSIQp1FfA9H-mLTeX-k/s320/F3ZcSXNbUAAgkoi.jpeg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>“The nature of a man is to be as immovable as stone, his loyalty should</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>be as straight and direct as an arrow.”</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>(NSDAP regional office Gau Sachsen - May 1940)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5RWGic8RBvQMMqVlFbiD_gF_LvTTYi_NSAXBrWj_Xc0pttt-ZoWJuxvu_pt852OCNnd48SANkJaB6tL8DrqwQ1FgO9T8IeioaFcq6B8_TavCQlUZ1ysZfa-uL8Hchv1-SsGBY-paiUtFu-Qwc6Cmf_PWHK-_9kqnYliy4hlinCxmKjlOqBFn8TeMBZ4/s500/F3Y40F4acAAq6Ab.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="341" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5RWGic8RBvQMMqVlFbiD_gF_LvTTYi_NSAXBrWj_Xc0pttt-ZoWJuxvu_pt852OCNnd48SANkJaB6tL8DrqwQ1FgO9T8IeioaFcq6B8_TavCQlUZ1ysZfa-uL8Hchv1-SsGBY-paiUtFu-Qwc6Cmf_PWHK-_9kqnYliy4hlinCxmKjlOqBFn8TeMBZ4/s320/F3Y40F4acAAq6Ab.jpeg" width="218" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>"The Fatherland is a Religion."</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>(Gau Essen - December 1937)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9VFJADKDtFyfZ7JCDZxZWIgCLTyqah9U7wVs6aFDU1yAB3OsBEelNdTOMdXezixgT34qlDIL1QYYmGLSb9ObXDP-mTdN1bkxhreQ8umbM2Q8KUBT9H56wGlIKUyYjSCg20qxouhZKv1kBb4YgUNBlZDXj18JR4yzztlDBxZdvVZz6SHZi2A62ng8kAw/s867/F3ZfGxAbgAAnRcW.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="661" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9VFJADKDtFyfZ7JCDZxZWIgCLTyqah9U7wVs6aFDU1yAB3OsBEelNdTOMdXezixgT34qlDIL1QYYmGLSb9ObXDP-mTdN1bkxhreQ8umbM2Q8KUBT9H56wGlIKUyYjSCg20qxouhZKv1kBb4YgUNBlZDXj18JR4yzztlDBxZdvVZz6SHZi2A62ng8kAw/s320/F3ZfGxAbgAAnRcW.png" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>“All sacrifice is eternal!”</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>(NSDAP office Gau Sachsen November 1940)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3xCMvsJdKdmvmaNa3kptZos6PdvRoAQvwPeS5vWDiLsFfX-L4pvG_UGP7JrxBZFtRXmQrTwZ9qdVpLQOx3PRZH5amP92Fpl9b20MJ_niEhRC2AGf7WUxp8PcF8dPYWFembNUXoQg8ABjXn00Pg2z_zo30uD0n4Hmw215xwJ5fYBA0tC_AGVG3weFD00/s867/F3ZCcUiaUAA3byH.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="579" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3xCMvsJdKdmvmaNa3kptZos6PdvRoAQvwPeS5vWDiLsFfX-L4pvG_UGP7JrxBZFtRXmQrTwZ9qdVpLQOx3PRZH5amP92Fpl9b20MJ_niEhRC2AGf7WUxp8PcF8dPYWFembNUXoQg8ABjXn00Pg2z_zo30uD0n4Hmw215xwJ5fYBA0tC_AGVG3weFD00/s320/F3ZCcUiaUAA3byH.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>“A racially pure people, conscious of its blood, can never be enslaved</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>by the Jews.”</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>(</i>Gau Weser-Ems - December 1938)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdTQ_tKbJOKBqID2utb6bGCPe5DsTQe8X6E6GSYQ0CJ6OaNWeSJY843JBJJ2Kg5EmYKuzRHLTnb0bahtaZMk-kfin3BpXYNeXAxtDRg6SLX3K5BizC5FT7Kjn1S5J1FwlsYmIRgGGbWcP7AHNhOn5ys2MnqHD0AfgOE1JAY5NuslvkXv5dNSDtRicHUo/s928/F3Y_IKhasAAhzQl.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="928" data-original-width="632" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdTQ_tKbJOKBqID2utb6bGCPe5DsTQe8X6E6GSYQ0CJ6OaNWeSJY843JBJJ2Kg5EmYKuzRHLTnb0bahtaZMk-kfin3BpXYNeXAxtDRg6SLX3K5BizC5FT7Kjn1S5J1FwlsYmIRgGGbWcP7AHNhOn5ys2MnqHD0AfgOE1JAY5NuslvkXv5dNSDtRicHUo/s320/F3Y_IKhasAAhzQl.jpeg" width="218" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>“It it fine and good to know that one has sole power in one’s own hands.</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>It is better and happier to be able to claim the love and affection of a</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>people.”</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>(Gau Weser-Ems September 1937)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGtUUlHmijScn_WvcXBFsR581o7ljydvv7Z6E11yMV3VWM8xZufxbHahTEC6QkUsWOOccO-oXjFNJbFIKDxLhYovuh2TNUzyRn3Dz2zWqKqZmNEFWHp7HmzkUYEgIbhPcuQ986b8zN8Qp1ODQDarQNkMjy0Thz9kzKkXum_UZSR0y55Z0bla6wPzGWxg/s900/F3Y7SW5asAEa-Yb.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="609" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGtUUlHmijScn_WvcXBFsR581o7ljydvv7Z6E11yMV3VWM8xZufxbHahTEC6QkUsWOOccO-oXjFNJbFIKDxLhYovuh2TNUzyRn3Dz2zWqKqZmNEFWHp7HmzkUYEgIbhPcuQ986b8zN8Qp1ODQDarQNkMjy0Thz9kzKkXum_UZSR0y55Z0bla6wPzGWxg/s320/F3Y7SW5asAEa-Yb.webp" width="217" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>“The sun turns, everything ends. The path begins anew! May ancient</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>loyalty guide our deeds in a new age!”</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b> (Gau Mainfranken - December 1938)</b></div></div><br /><b><br /></b></div></div><b><br /></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-11918618559627308182023-08-06T23:08:00.002+03:002023-08-06T23:08:29.426+03:00The Celtic Carnyx<p>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAf-sVoZO85lE1C4c-ruHNeBQwvFD3DcgMioVcHYDF0zc4DjMNcrJxbIAFE-tNj4y8bir-N1HFP6Rug1Z7MD2_SZYAUbkHjB_5v2F-D8tAOX4DarfHgP9vJRHaM1_Aa5XhUvtTYekje3GTdAE_mYyoIk7wmbVFj3Aw6SgWENbM6jazuUX0sz2hkCMeRs/s800/carnyxplayers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="498" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAf-sVoZO85lE1C4c-ruHNeBQwvFD3DcgMioVcHYDF0zc4DjMNcrJxbIAFE-tNj4y8bir-N1HFP6Rug1Z7MD2_SZYAUbkHjB_5v2F-D8tAOX4DarfHgP9vJRHaM1_Aa5XhUvtTYekje3GTdAE_mYyoIk7wmbVFj3Aw6SgWENbM6jazuUX0sz2hkCMeRs/s320/carnyxplayers.jpg" width="199" /></a></div><p></p><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Imagine yourself as a simple Roman soldier inside the fortified
settlement of Alesia. Outside and nearby, an army of about 200.000 angry
Gauls with faces painted in blue approaching. Many of them bear the
Celtic carnyx. In the video below you can see and hear one. All of them
together? Paralyzation by fear. The chilling sound just before your
death. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> P.S. However, you are under the command of Gaius Julius Caesar and Mark
Anthony. So the chances of survival are really high.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/auR-lJfzTeY" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130102407700524383.post-156341184861668402023-07-28T21:54:00.003+03:002023-07-28T21:57:50.416+03:00The Warlike Engravings of John Flaxman<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>A selection taken from the Classic work of Iliad engravings made by John Flaxman. Printed in London in 1805.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The description of each piece is the original one.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yZQ6s7wAUAHXrfn4DqLug-VTGzaN3jAq4ju30PWdZcJWisoQpyFf_s7HTh1Nnan6AjjHPCppayPv2mZUEOhLje_9oZW8AtbjVQLbiSj1XxL8CSJaa7pA-YUQnEhfuJX-nsoQknpjnxF_cWN0ceYxCagHIFDERKjH6u5ZNvlg8kKpdgMPGGs3ast4Sq8/s2000/1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1359" data-original-width="2000" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yZQ6s7wAUAHXrfn4DqLug-VTGzaN3jAq4ju30PWdZcJWisoQpyFf_s7HTh1Nnan6AjjHPCppayPv2mZUEOhLje_9oZW8AtbjVQLbiSj1XxL8CSJaa7pA-YUQnEhfuJX-nsoQknpjnxF_cWN0ceYxCagHIFDERKjH6u5ZNvlg8kKpdgMPGGs3ast4Sq8/s320/1.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>Minerva Repressing the Fury of Achilles</i></b></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxVAjt92h_w4urvsh0mBKApUGSe8N_QogoyoNKQDPBQdNeLKkOlxEMXO1h3b8X1mk87s6e8SScNFClF2IpK95hwJnoUMT9jW9wnS2rdLPRVZSbiGkL8Rr3EBMeP3oX59FgunTfLuGKSMoaUH-lb5CMUOwrWYgqXS9fk08Gb-3f76DwICdipETEhHdD3Y/s2000/2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1327" data-original-width="2000" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxVAjt92h_w4urvsh0mBKApUGSe8N_QogoyoNKQDPBQdNeLKkOlxEMXO1h3b8X1mk87s6e8SScNFClF2IpK95hwJnoUMT9jW9wnS2rdLPRVZSbiGkL8Rr3EBMeP3oX59FgunTfLuGKSMoaUH-lb5CMUOwrWYgqXS9fk08Gb-3f76DwICdipETEhHdD3Y/s320/2.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><i>Hector and Ajax Separated by the Heralds</i></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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