Book Recommendations For The Coming of Spring

 

 OMAIMON PARADOSIS reading recommendations. Most of this books can be found in the usual sites like Amazon etc if not in local bookstores. 

 

 

- A MEANS TO FREEDOM - The Letters of H.P.Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard
Massive! A work in two volumes. The corespondance of the best American writters ever.
Covering the period of 1930 to 1936. A talk between giants!

 

- HITLER'S VIENNA
Excellent and in-depth work about Hitler's poverty years in Vienna. In fact, its something like a
a continuation where August Kubizek left off with his "The Young Hitler I knew"

 

- THE CONQUERING OF BERLIN
Joseph Goebbels' first hand account about the years of strife. From the moment
that appointed as Gaulaiter of Berlin. Equally excellent as "From the Kaizerhof to the Reich Chancellery".
Just it covers more years and with more details and stories. A must!!!!
Here is the Greek version.

 

- THE BEST ONES LEFT IN STALINGRAND
Unfortunately there a Greek version only of this book.
The memoirs of Martin Jordan a Wehrmacht officer (Cavalry Division) that took part in all the major battles of WWII.
Poland, France and most importantly in the Operation Barbarossa.
After the war, Martin Jordan married a Greek woman and spend the rest of his years in Hellas. In 1994 he printed this book by himself in Athens ( and not by a publishing house) limited to 200 copies only! To my suprize, I found a last copy in a second hand bookstore few weeks ago.

 

- COSMOPOLITAN NATIONALISTS
Again a Greek version only. With a very provocative and contradictory title.
A book exclusively about French Nationalist writter Maurice Barres and the influence
that his ideas had across Europe and countries like Hellas, Spain, Italy and also in
the movements of Fascism and National Socialism.

 

- JULIUS CAESAR
The Hellenic Version of this classic of Shakespeare. I already had a post-00s version of it,
but I`ve got as a gift a 1950's (May 1953 to be more extact) edition with a great looking cover. The difference of every other version out there is the translator. Apart from a truly Shakespeare expert, he was also a war veteran that fought in Balkan Wars in 1910's and also in the Minor
Asia campaign in 1920's as an officer in the Hellenic army. He also had pro-Nationalist
and anti-democratic ideas, plus his language skills are over the top!

 

CONSERVATISM IN EUROPE - Traditionalism, Reaction and Counter Revolution 1770-1945
 A book about how the movements of Post French Revolution era influenuenced and led to the creation of National Socialism and Fascism. The roots of this movements in
early conservatism, Romanticism etc Intreasting book and very informative. Especially about 18th  and 19th centuries.

KASTROLOGOS - A Guide To The Castles of Hellas

 Blog's Comment : A very good (probably the best currently) site (both in Greek and English language) about the Castles of Hellas. Apart from the historical info. With its many pics, exact map locations, plenty of photos it can be very useful guide for anyone intrested to visit this previous relics of the past or just want to know more about their history.

 

 

 Kastrologos (www.kastra.eu) is a bilingual website about the Greek Medieval Castles. It is a work in progress. It will always be.

For the moment, 1031 Greek castles are recorded in the site. For each castle, there is one dedicated page with data, pictures, maps and other information. There are more castles to be added, but most of them are already here.

The initial concept was to deal with medieval constructions only. This changed, when it became clear that many well-known monuments of this kind would be left out (such as the “White Tower”, “Palamidi” etc.). Hence, the database finally covers Greek castles from the Early Byzantine period (5th century A.D.) until the 19th century.

Ancient fortresses, which were abandoned before the beginning of the Middle Ages, are not included. There are plenty of those in Greece, but they are beyond the scope of this site. Also, out are recent fortifications built after the end of the 19th century.

This is a personal, non-profit project. It is also a huge one, considering the scarcity of time and resources. Moreover, there is an astonishing shortage of information –online and in bibliography– about Greek castles. Therefore, any input and any kind of contribution by the friends of the site (and of Castles) would be extremely valuable and welcomed.

 

Visit the website here : 

https://www.kastra.eu/home__en.php

 

 

A Eulogy for a Friend & Hero

 

 

Written By Fullmoon Ancestry

 They say that you should never meet or get to know your heroes, but I completely disagree.

I have been very fortunate in my life to have gotten to know many of the heavy metal musicians who I grew up listening to. Whether I was working backstage at concerts or on tour with my favorite bands, I have seen many of my heroes at their best and worst. Discovering that your heroes and idols also flatulate and drink too much might ruin the music and childhood memories for many people, but for me, it only made the music and experiences with my heroes that much more exciting and authentic.

Unfortunately, as a result it is that much more devastating when one of my heroes passes away. This has been the case for me this month after the passing of Isidoros Galanis, better known in the underground metal community as guitarist Hjarulv Henker of Dreadful Relic, Wodulf, and Der Stürmer.

Hjarulv was born in Greece on December 3, 1974. He grew up listening to various underground metal bands of the 1980s. After being involved in tape-trading and publishing band-related zines in the 1990s, he began playing guitar for a black metal project of his own that would become infamously known around the world as Der Stürmer.

Behind the overt lyrics and abrasive sound, Hjarulv’s guitar riffs and melodies struck a chord with me the first time I heard them on a compilation album in the mid-2000s. Over a decade later, I would eventually see Der Stürmer in concert. It was then that I got to know Hjarulv personally.

Having learned a little of the Greek language in preparation for my travels in the country, I decided to approach the guys in Der Stürmer at one of their concerts and offer to buy them beers in Greek. Although I probably made plenty of grammar and pronunciation mistakes, they took me up on my offer and we had a few beers at the concert venue. Hjarulv eventually invited me backstage and we ended up sharing laughs and stories about all of our favorite musicians, bands, and concerts. Over the following year, I was lucky enough to spend time with Hjarulv in Italy, Finland, and Ukraine. No matter the location, Hjarulv always invited me to the after parties following each event, and he always made sure that I was having a good time. And I always had a great time with Hjarulv and his friends.

For being such an infamous musician, Hjarulv was very friendly, humble, and relatable. He was also very funny and had a great sense of humor. He kept encouraging me to get back into music. Thus, my New Year’s resolution for 2022 is to spend less time on the Internet and more time on music. But it was adhering to this goal that unfortunately made me miss the tragic news that Hjarulv had passed away from heart failure on January 1, 2022.

The news of his death was both shocking and devastating for me. Despite being somewhat “blackpilled” by the ongoing lockdowns and travel restrictions, I had hopes of seeing all my friends, such as Hjarulv, at the next concert. And while I still look forward to attending concerts again in the future, I feel they will not be the same without Hjarulv there.

His recent passing has also made me contemplate the meaning of friendship, happiness, and my own priorities in life. I admit to becoming somewhat pessimistic about friendship as I have gotten older. I feel as though I have always done more for the people I considered “friends” than they ever did for me. As Tony Soprano explained, “Friends will eventually let you down.” Yet, for all the people who have let me down in life, there have been a handful of people like Hjarulv who stayed in touch with me and kept my spirits up. And perhaps it is better to have a few reliable people in your life than a lot of unreliable “friends.” From experience, I know that it is better to be alone than in bad company.

I have spent much of the previous year living alone, but I rarely feel lonely. Each evening, I sip whisky in front of the fireplace next to my dog and listen to heavy metal. I have spent the last few evenings listening to Hjarulv’s music, along with all of his favorite bands. Hjarulv’s music inspired me to make music in the past, and now his memory inspires me to continue writing and creating music. Thanks to him, I have rediscovered my purpose and an additional source of happiness in my life.

It is up to each person to find their own purpose and happiness in this life. When I think of Hjarulv, I think of a heroic musician who played the music he wanted to make without any compromises, regardless of all the social pressures he faced and endured. Although it was cut short, I feel that he lived a happy and purposeful life doing what he enjoyed most.

I wish Hjarulv was still alive and I know that he will be missed at future concerts. Nevertheless, his spirit lives on in the music he created and the memories of the times I got to spend with him. Until I see him in the next life, I will take his advice and continue to make music in his honor, and for “Those Who Lived and Died as Heroes.”

Taken from : COUNTER CURRENTS

Passing To The Halls of Eternity

 HJARULV HENKER 

3/12/1974 - 1/1/2022

 

German Archaeological Research in Hellas 1933 - 1945

 

BLOG'S COMMENT : An intresting lecture that took place in Athens at 16th of December 2021. Organized by ASCSA (American School of Classical Studies at Athens). The main speaker which is an archeologist also has done a really in-depth and very informative work on the activities of SS AHNENERBE in Hellas during 1933-1944. Ofcourse do not expect any glorification of the National Socialist studies. But the video is really intresting as it contains a lot of info about the era and the excavations of the German Archeologists in Hellas.

 

 The German Archaeological Institute and the Nazi Ancestral Heritage Research and Teaching Society

 

 

 

A Christmas Story

  

 

A Christmas Story
by Thilo Scheller

A woodcutter who lived alone in his hut deep in the forest had eaten his last piece of bread and the fire in his hearth had gone out, so he was hungry and cold.

He was forced to go out even though it was dark and the paths were snow-covered. Dark clouds hung down to the tops of the fir trees.

 

At the same time, a solder was afoot in the forest. He was returning from the war. Bloody images of war were still before his eyes and the noise of battle rang in his ears. For years, he had slept outdoors on the naked earth.

 

And on the same evening, a king had gone out hunting. Driven by hunting fervor, he had followed a doe and lost sight of his companions. He became lost in the confusing mists of the forest. All his blowing of the hunting horn was in vain, for the mist swallowed every sound. As the forest grew thicker and thicker, he got off his horse and trudged through the snow, leading his horse with the reins, searching for a way back to his castle.
At a crossing, the three men met, the woodcutter, the soldier, and the king, and asked each other which way to go, but none could give an answer.

The woodcutter was silent, the soldier cursed fearfully, and the king was proud and superior. None trusted the others to know the way; they could only agree that this was the darkest night and the worst weather in the world. The woodcutter went ahead, and the other two followed in his steps.

Soon they stood before a small hut with bright windows, and they heard soft singing. The woodcutter forgot his hunger, the soldier thought no longer of noise and war, and the heart of the king grew soft.

Then the clouds parted, and the stars shone clear and bright as guardians of the small hut.

 

As they opened the door, a mother sat by the oven, holding a child on her lap. She looked at the three men and nodded to them. They entered quickly and closed the door so that the child would not become cold.

 

They stood respectfully before the mother, who with a lovely smile looked on her child, and then greeted the three strangers.

The king thought she should stand up and bow to him. Instead, she turned to the woodcutter who had come near the oven to warm his hands.

“Light the lantern over there, and also take a piece of bread from the cupboard. I have more than enough light and warmth, for where is it lighter and warmer than where a little child has been born?”

The woodcutter followed her instructions. The child reached its little hand toward the light of the lantern, Then the woman saw the soldier, who was standing uncertainly. “Brave soldier, I thank you that you have stood watch for me and my child and for all the children of our people so that no enemy came over the border. You and your comrades are the protectors of the homeland, and the mothers and children thank you, most of all those who gave their lives!” The soldier's eyes shone as he put his large hand on the child’s head, and all the nights he had endured, all days of hunger, all the bloody battles, seemed small in the bright light of the baby’s eyes.

 Only now the woman saw the king, who had waited in displeasure to the side, because he thought he should have been the first. “We all must wait. In this little boy, my waiting found its fulfillment. You, too, my king, have had to wait for this child. Children are your kingdom’s greatest treasure. What good are all the lands and treasures of the world, all its forests and fields, if there were no children who would grow up to take up the plow, to bake bread, to swing axes in the forest, to cut timber for huts and houses and halls, to hammer swords on the anvil to use against your kingdom's enemies, if there were no children who would become the mothers whose wombs would give your kingdom a future!”

The three men gazed with respect on the baby, for the mother’s words had touched their hearts. The woodcutter gave the baby a sprig of fir, the solder whistled him a song, and the king took the golden chain from his neck and gave it to the mother, then bowed before the child.

Now the three men knew which way to go and they left cheerfully. The woodcutter led the way with the lantern and the soldier whistled one song after the other. The king, leading his horse with the reins once more, felt the bands that had held his heart break, the bands that had kept him from knowing the heart of his people.

As they had to go their separate ways, they gave each other their hands. No longer were they strangers, the woodcutter, the soldier, and the king.

And golden stars illuminated each treetop, for it was Christmas Eve.

 

Taken from VORWEINNACHTEN. Ausgabe 1943 ( Munich Franz Eher, 1943)

The West's Final Hours Are Approaching

Blog's Comment: I dont know if this is a part of the channel's marketing trick or something like that. If not, then he just say loudly what we all know since decades now. And this goes pretty much for all Western countries. The West's final hour is approaching and this will be our requiem or a resurgence? Time shall tell....

 

"As I do for the first time in my 62 years, my biggest worry is for my country. The truth is, I’m not a liberal or a conservative. I’m an institutionalist. I believe in this place. And in my love of my country, I yield to no one. But the darkness on the edge of town has spread to the main roads and highways and neighborhoods. It is now at the local bar, and the bowling alley, the school board, and the grocery store. And it must be acknowledged and answered for. Grown men and women who swore an oath to our Constitution, elected by their constituents, possessing the kinds of college degrees I could only dream of, have decided to join the mob and become something they are not while hoping we somehow forget who they were. They’ve decided to burn it all down with us inside. That should scare you to no end as much as it scares an aging volunteer fireman."