miércoles, 9 de noviembre de 2016

Blut und Boden

"We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue..."
O. Spengler



Sometimes we seem to forget the time of Kali Yuga in which we live, it is the final stretch, the most dark and sinister of the Age of Lead. Since 1945 we live the final demolition of the Indo-European culture, the extinction of the Race in a programmed miscegenation, and debauchery among progressive suppression of freedoms, together with the subjection of peoples to the standards of a sophisticated enslavement system. The naivete of some put their hope in the cultural struggle. The stupidity of others has mobilized them to political struggle. And the lucidity of a few, has directed them to search for ways of resistance and survival and the realization of a lifestyle closer to everything that has already been lost. That is the global view of our forces in a scattershot and inorganic battlefield as envelope it is; that has been the response of the Aryandom after the absolute defeat of the European Spirit in 1945.

From the perspective of spirituality and esotericism, the position after the political-military defeat, has been well defined and realistic: the fight that continues since 1945, is spiritual, is magical, is mental, as also today is cyber. Our vision anticipated the sinister plan of cybernetic framework, and incorporated the "imitation of truth", as a domain that for its qualities, was linked to the realm of magic mind, and it was proposed to act using the new communications networks, to spread and activate the psychic struggle.

But spirituality always has the ability to see beyond, has the ability to light and free of mind control, cultural hypnotism, psychological addiction and conformism and human laziness. That's why the Maestro Serrano said for these times, that our first priority is to selfcare and our families care, protection of animals and trees, but not the defense of those who denied the Führer, who deny their origins and which today they would be willing to point us for to be burned at the stake. And with a vision of future very practical and romantic at the same time, he provided a permanent directive from Hitlerist spiritual warfare of the future, that was the great counter-corrent combats of National Socialism against bourgeois way of life of the city: the return to paganism as a natural consequence of the return to the countryside. That's why don Miguel urged us to face our dark historical destination with a positive and vital action, sacrifice and blessings, austerity and self-care, salvation and defense: the creation of autarchic communities for the final resistance to the chaos of the final crisis, with a poetic resonance mandate:

"Very difficult times are coming for this tortured earth, fallen down into the darkest Kali-Yuga... Attempt, therefore, oh, heroes to spread the ideals of Adolf Hitler! In the midst of the Ocean of corruption, crime and slavery, build island-refuges, impregnable autarchic colonies, defended even with your teeth, until the last breath, where the Enemy can never enter... Colonies governed by the principles of Esoteric Hitlerism within a concentric organization, circular, towards the center, implosively towards the Avatãra, towards the innermost point of your souls which is HE. And you will come to have the certainty that the Avatãra will never abandon you, because once there, in the inviolable Center of this Circle... once seated in the Center of this Ultimate Flower, in this Barracks-Gendarmerie, in this Colony governed by the principles of Esoteric Hitlerism...He will come...."

Don Miguel Serrano
"MANU"




lunes, 8 de febrero de 2016

Tholos (Aedes Vestae)


A Alba von Nagy

Ci sono tante strade.
Sentieri sulla sinistra.
Sentieri sulla destra.
Paludi e deserti
con i loro bei miraggi.
Sentieri verso il basso.
Grotte e tombe dell'anima.
Sentieri verso l'alto.
Cielo come reti per il corpo.

Ma uno è il Tempio.
E muoversi verso l'interno,
Come l'anima nel mezzo.
Le rovine sono romane.
Romane sono le colonne,
Per esse sono state erette
Colonne di morti.
Romano è il Tempio.
Una strada per il cuore.
Flussi di sangue ci guidano,
Lo Spirito del vento ci conforta.
Una voce.
Una roccia.
Una fiamma.
Un Lui e
Una Lei ...
Diciotto Dei attendono,
Per recuperare i perduti,
Vergine e vestale e il Regno
È recuperato dentro e fuori.

miércoles, 20 de enero de 2016

Rise

Rise
Miguel Serrano,
Rise
With Wings of Absolute Man
Rise above the shadows of Friendship,
Rise above the ruins of this betrayed
Chile
That no longer exists,
That no longer exists
But a further into the far south,
Even beyond the Islands of Death.
Onward to the Andes
Dawn Walker,
Soul Walker,
Depart to the Andes and awake
for your departure,
She expects your loyalty
And the rising blood of A-mor
In your final rite,
Climb the rock pointing outward,
Your Destination,
UR,
The tomb of your Resurrection
and blanket us until the earth and the sun are no more,
With your blue eyes overflowing with light,
Cold and heat,
And the last vestige of your A-mor
Is Inside us.
Oh! Return Path,
The bridges are but ghost today,
Everything is away,
And the waters are deeper than yesterday,
Nobody who slept reaches this rock,
The archipelagos are opened for you,
Tides fall southernly,
And the horns of Mount fall within you in this ending,
RU.
In the Oasis I hear your secret name and the other,
They call you Miguel!
Lilies burning on the ice,
The wait is sinking into oblivion,
She receives your loyalty.
And your innermost Voice
Only invoking hallucinative Totality
Never once imagined,
Rise above us
Father.
And it will be the pilgrimage from your nostalgic followers
your only permanency,
your last gesture.
Arise Giant of the Andes today,
Arise and awake
Pilgrim of Return
Arise and awake
Miguel Serrano,
Revives from the fear Kristos of the Andes,
Looking at the new Sun Rise
The Midnight Sun Arises
And revives - NOS.



(Translated by Fr. Jason)

domingo, 3 de enero de 2016

Die meisten geliebten...

This existential poem appeared in the long night of a restless day. Alba von Nagy wrote touched by HIM, because we are one with HIM, His eyes are Our eyes and HE lives through Us ... 70 years later.

The Maestro said, those born awake today are the young people who died in Berlin yesterday. We were born with the call of the Father within. Alba's blood cries out 70 years later. What remains today... The Caleuche with its lights on, the trip dipped into the inner Reich, the final Victory.
___________________________



Zu meinem Vater, zu meinen Führer.

Mein Lieber Vater, mein Lieber Führer!
Was sollte ich hier tun?
70 Jahre Später…
Was sollte ich hier tun?
Die Juden haben hier gewonnen!
Unserem Land, Deutschland ist kaputt!
Ich bin hier, ich bezeuge alles mit tränenden Augen!
Unserem Deutschland ist jetzt gegangen!
Ich bin Zeuge von ihrem Untergang!
Mein lieber Vater, mein lieber Führer!
Was soll ich hier tun?
70 Jahre später….
Was soll ich hier tun?
Die Juden haben hier gewonnen.
Aber, ich fühle dich durch meinem Herz.
Also mein lieber Vater…
Was soll ich hier jetzt tun?
Ich höre dich, in meinem Herz.
Ich fühle dich und deine Essenz…
Durch meine Adern fließt du!
Durch jeden Atem fühle ich dich!
Mein Vater! Mein Führer!
Ich höre dich Jenseits von Raum und Zeit!
Unsere Geistern sind Eins, Vater zu Tochter!
Führer zum Soldat!
Also mein lieber Vater, mein lieber Führer,
was soll ich hier noch tun, 70 Jahre später?