Emergence of the Self

EMERGENCE OF THE SELF
 Insistently, again and again, we repeat the question: Was the mixing of the divine with the daughters of men a defeat, a fall, or a voluntary act, afforded by the Aesir? A bold strategy for Combat? If the Demiurge extended his dominions at the expense of spiritual worlds the most appropriate response would have been to enter all at once together into the world of the Enemy, infiltrating it. Certainly the Divya had put their immortality in jeopardy, even their divinity, but if they had been successful the Demiurge's plots would have been snatched away, and also the prisoner-zombies enchanted in Schastel Marveille by Klingsor. With their sacrifice and heroism the divinization of some Sudras, the animal-men, would have become possible since the Divya was himself partially man, descending into men. (Esoteric Mystery of Kristic Incarnation
Metamorphic Shaping.) The Demiurge has taken advantage of the demiurgic law of thermodynamics that rules in these domains. The incarnate God abides by this law, and by  entropy as well, becoming mortal. By expounding so profound a Mystery this way, we are given to penetrate even deeper into Esoteric Kristianity, haloed with Odinic Light and the Crucifixion of Wotan on the Iggdrasil Tree, with Light that emerges from Hangatyr, the Crucified on the Tree of the Zodiac. Because the terrestrial Crucifixion, that Shaping in the Externsteine Rock, is the reproduction of an astrological zodiac Archetype. With the fall and mixture of bloods accomplished the Divine Ones have lost the Odinic Power. Everything has darkened, clouded, his Universe itself destroyed in a catastrophe in solidarity with it. Asgard and Hyperborea have sunk, the earth's Axis shifted, the Column of Gerda, Irmin, the Irminsul. The Fenrir Wolf has devoured the world, Valhalla of the Gods. And in this dark night, Wotan has been crucified. He hangs there for nine zodiac nights, suffering, alone, without mead to drink, without the Soma of his blood, wounded in the side by the Lance of a young Vanir in his heart chakra, in Anahatha, in the constellation of Ares, until the moment in which he rediscovered the Runes by his sacrifice and torment. Or rather, the Power lost through mixture and now regained in terrestrial cosmic matter as Sign, the Sword able to fight against the Demiurge and to restore the Hero's immortality. Bolt of Victory, invincible Weapon, Lance of Longinus making possible the Resurrection. [The point of this Lance was kept in Wewelsburg Castle, by the S.S.] The God has resurrected as the Son named Baldur. And also as Kristos.  Because Wotan is ZeusDonar-Thor and he is also Jupiter and Shiva. And Baldur is the blond White God, Vishnu, from Hyperborea, from Sveta Dipa, the Isle of Splendor at the North Pole. For all this, Wotan will be the Maestro of Rune Yoga, like Shiva is for Tantric Yoga. They yield this to the Heroes, here fighting against the Demiurge and their own fall, the Weapon and Wisdom able to resurrect them from the abyss of their mixture, by transmuting them into Absolute-Men, into Sonnenmenschen, into Supermen, into God-Men.
   
It was not the Demiurge who has given a soul to animal-men. He has degraded them to the chimpanzee, imprisoned the impersonal energy of 'he' and 'she' in decadent forms, detached from Androgynous Divinity. The divine Aesir have contributed the soul, with their sacrifice of mixing with the 'children of men.' And what is the soul? She is an implicit Energy, a potency, Geist, wind, breath, pneuma, spirit, able to disintegrate demiurgic matter, transmuting it into spiritual matter. She is the Odinic Force of Odin-Wotan that can also be an 'organ' of the archetypal form of Divinity, recovered by the Hero, Vîra mixed with animal-man. Then the Wind Mill of Wotan named 'Grotti' begins to work with great intensity, first in the firmament where the grains are the God-stars and then on Gerda. Its product, similar to wheat flour, is not yet blue or  white, being the self of Heroes, something Wotan has not consciously intended since the blessed Gods 'feel nothing themselves,' as Hölderlin said. And they are the Valkyries Fenya and Menya who spin the Wheel of the Mill of the Aesir and Vanir in contrary direction to the Wind of Satan, the Leftwards Swastika, called by the Bauhükte Masons the Katherine Wheel, with a strange similarity to Kathar (Cathar) and which in Greek means pure. It seems no one would have wished this had it not been produced   by what was only a meaningful chance. Or were the Aesir already prescient of this when they put their fatal strategy into practice, accepting the sacrifice of mixing and metamorphic shaping? When they fell headfirst into the abyss with the Ir Rune to thereby make possible something never dreamed possible not even by the greatest utopians? For behold the self originates in this 'explosion,' in this violent shock of two opposed bloods, the terrestrial corrupted by the Demiurge as an imitation, chemical and material plagiary, and the
Divine. From there comes that twilight awareness of self, while the Organ of Odin atrophies, perhaps in the pituitary or what corresponds to it on a more subtle plane and has been called the Third Eye, Eye of Giants, Eye of Polyphemus. Alongside the appearance of the self another continent rises to the surface: the cerebral cortex. Atlantis sinks: the archaic brain from the Paleolithic, and then rational thought appears, made to work in the demiurgic demonic world. Gradually the Hero is born, the Vîra, mixture of the divine and demonic, remaining here within a thin region by the narrow ribbon of Free Will, by the double edge of a Sword. Never before until now was there anything similar, not in this or another Universe, because the Gods lacked consciousness of Themselves, 'feeling nothing,' being moreover immortals. The Heroes go forth losing, little by little, immortality together with the 'memory-without remembering' of their divinity. The 'I' thus seems to be a sub-product of Death, since he is conscious of it with its difficult transit and he fears it. The 'I' results from Misfortune, a Shipwreck. In dramatic fashion this is the painful compensation for the sacrifice of Wotan coming to fight for his crucifixion, the result of the mixing of the Aesir Gods with the 'daughters of men,' from the 'falling in love' of the immortals. There is no way you can ignore this burden. Even in deepest Samadhi, or ecstasy, the 'I' persists in this 'loss,' so we can remember what we were beyond this 'I.' The 'I' will only disappear through physical death, when He seems to be reabsorbed by his Monad or when, having finally lost his Battle he is devoured by the Demiurge. But within the Eternal Return in the belly of Kronos-Saturn, he will return for a number of prefigured Rounds, while energies last. The only escape remaining to the Hero is not to escape from his earthly 'I,' but to strengthen it so that he can transmute it into an Absolute Self through the Tantric ecstasy called Kaivalia (from Kundalini, the Kaula Tantra, or Kula) meaning 'separated,' 'apart,' the reverse of Samadhi which signifies 'fusion with the One,' with the Primordial Being, with the Demiurge, Jehovah, or with Brahma, the Monad, the Immobile, the Ancient of Days ('Days of Brahma') the Eternal Paralytic, with the false Christ of christianity with small 'c' ('Jesus christ the Jew'), or with the Brahma of Vedanta Yoga. The Hero will never return to his Purusha, to his Original Orphic Egg to be reabsorbed, fused 'Vedanticly,' christianly into God, like a dis-incarnate saint. He will instead be a Magus, separated forever, beyond everything, beyond everything, in the ultimate solitude. He will be the Absolute Man, superior to the Gods, conscious of Himself.  He will be a Star, 'beyond the stars.' There is no other escape. And this escape was zealously sought for in the alchemic, GeneticTantric Laboratories of the S.S. in the Initiation Castle of Esoteric Hitlerism, in Wewelsburg. He who was once a Divya, the God incarnated here and mixed, the Aesir, the Divine Warrior, will never return again for he can not recover Asgard, Paradesha, Polar Hyperborea, flooded Atlantis. As it was, in the same way in the same form with that pristine purity, the Vîra, mixed Hero, never to be the same again, not even in the Round of Eternal Return, in the 'Days and Nights of Brahma,' in Kalpas, Manvantaras and Yugas. Because the Gods were 'contaminated' irreparably. Their purity, their former simplicity, has been lost forever in the mixture with the daughters of men, with animal-man, through incarnation. Blessedness, unawareness of Oneself, their luminous obscurity, shall never return. The only way forward for the God become Hero is to continue in Combat, never retreat, insisting on making in the 'shipwreck of his own hope' the 'thing contemplated,' as Shelley would say, his particular Paradise, his Other Asgard, his New Wholeness, through A-Mor, creating a conscious Immortality outside of everything in 'something not dreamed, not even by the greatest utopians…' It is the glorious road of the Esoteric Warriors of Hitlerism. As for how this comes to be, 'not the greatest sages, nor the Gods in the highest heaven know…But perhaps the poets might know why, or can possibly imagine…'  So say the Vedas.
 
 Here are the Gods, Aesir on earth. For an instant their form becomes visible, reproduced in the light. The God is a luminous giant, a Nephilim. We recall the painting of Leonardo, The Annunciation. The angel gazes at the woman of flesh, made from earth, the imprisoned 'she,' chained by the Demiurge and, deep down, he feels nostalgia like a distant echo from Asgard, from the Paradise of HE-SHE. The woman looks at him surprised, with eyes transfixed over an abyss and extending her arms to invite him to share her intimate sorrow, illusory pleasure, of her nothingness, her dream of Maya.  And, thus, the Son is born, a Giant, a hero, the Vîra. Because the God has entered into this abyss, contaminating his blood, invading the land of the Enemy. The hero, the Son, is no longer a God, no longer a Divya, but a mixture of God and man. Even as a giant, God does not fit entirely into this body.  Even less in the body of a child-giant. What better than this, the growth of the body of a helpless being, to express the drama! He can do nothing for himself, not even walk. Once grown, he will have a few years of maturity before aging and dying, even when in the Golden Age, the Satyayuga, life would last a thousand years. In infancy the boy lacks a conscious 'I' being ruled from outside by a He ('Angel of the Hosts.') This is why the boy does not say: 'I' want to eat, but: 'the boy' wants to eat, 'the boy' is hungry, 'the boy' is cold. He is watching himself from afar. When does the boy begin to feel himself 'I'? Only when the God, or the Person entered into him, when a part of the Angel pervades him.  Because it will never be able to enter him entirely. Only a part of that Being will be imprisoned in the body, coming to feel an 'I,' something totally new for the Being, for the Person, for He, such that he will remain divided forever, only united to this material body by a Silver Cord as he is united to HE-SHE, Purusha, the Monad, by a Golden Band. And someone will have been waiting as if on the edge of a Fountain. The 'I' is thus a result of mixture, the encounter of a God with animal-man, and the contamination of a divine blood. Once the Aesir God is incarnated and the 'I' appears, he will enter into mortal dramatic conflict with Divinity, with the Person, with the Angel, who retires into ever-increasing distances or unreachable depths. Security will be lost along with Power. There comes the reign of doubt, thesis and antithesis, in the Constellation of Gemini where Castor is mortal and Pollux immortal. It is the death, the crucifixion of Baldur in Aries. The skin of the sacrificed Lamb, the Golden Fleece hanging on the Holm Oak of the Firmament. In Sagittarius, Baldur, sacrificed God, is wounded by the arrow of the Centaur (the knowledge of the 'I') by the Lance of Longinus. Because the Archetype repeats and runs through the entire demiurgic Universe.  As above, so below and vice versa.
   
On nearing the end of incarnation in the life of a hero, due to the mechanical processes of a demiurgic biology, by entropy and gravity, by Time, the 'I' goes further away from the aging body allowing the energy to return to its source, the Person who awaits, to be reabsorbed and disappear into her until the return of another Round. Or to be devoured all together by the Demiurge at the end of the prefigured set of Rounds in the Eternal Return. In Ragnarök. The difference that can exist between this exposition and others of an abstract knowledge, texts of philosophy or metaphysics from some recent yesteryear, is that which exists between a philosopher, a scientist and a Rishi of Vedic India. The first two brood, remaining outside of life to describe it, while the Rishi experiences his own life and extracts from it an experiential knowledge. Rishi means 'he who sees.' I am taking this exposition from the Blood Memory, from remembering what I have seen. Thus were the Vedic texts also written, the Eddas, the verses of Homeros, Pindaros and all my works. Thus I know how the 'I' retires from the body of an old man, little by little, because I have seen it, I have experienced it. 'Synchronistically,' by law of solidarity, that process is reproduced in human biology and has been named arteriosclerosis. Materialist science only perceives the
physical body, visible to the earthly eye. But what in fact happens is the withdrawal of the Angel that once entered the child's body, having then closed the experiential cycle in that body. 'And the old man will be as a child.' This is the so-called 'second infancy of the old.' Outside himself, he will recover his Angel of the Hosts. He will have returned to the Source, the Fountain. I visited the Hitlerist poet Ezra Pound at the end of his days, when he no longer spoke. His silence was almost total; he became mute. I sat down next to him, at his home in Venice, and, watching me with his eyes, I spoke and spoke without any answer. With folded hands, he scarcely even saw me, looking far away through the tiny window in his room, perhaps settling his eyes on the pigeons of St. Mark's Square or the dome of the Cathedral of the Salutte or next to the horse of the statue of Coleone. Then I remembered, and drew myself up to speak not to his body sitting there, but a little above his head aiming my voice towards the ceiling…And Ezra Pound responded to me: “At last you came!...You are one of the few!” The only monument to Ezra Pound is in Medinaceli, in Spain. I contributed in a decisive way to its installation and inauguration. So, too, I remember the first time I felt 'I,' when a tip of the Angel entered into my body as a child, into my human existence, while the other part of this entity drew away into vast distances. It happened there, in our country house that had seen the passing of many a year, on the outskirts of the sacred Andes. It was as if the 'I' suddenly hit me, or rather awoke and began to see the world through my eyes. Because before this 'I' there was a 'me,' impersonal, it is true, but paradoxically a person who felt terribly ancient, diluted in the landscape, melted with the animals and plants, with the great Holm Oak in the garden, with the anemones, the roses, the snowy peaks and condors that circled them. As well as with the waters of the rivers and waterfalls. Certainly a person was there who thought and dreamed as such, who knew himself very ancient, trustee of the dignity of centuries, something the upstart 'I' can never claim. Therefore to admonish that child would be to commit an unpardonable fault, infringing against his royal sovereignty. Because that person is a He detached from HE-SHE, complying with the sacrifice of being born as a boy, in the body of an animal-man in order to rescue his 'she' and defeat the Demiurge that has imprisoned him. To be able to save his World, combating the Enemy of the immortals. The appearance or advent of the 'I' may be met when a certain biological maturity is reached in the development of the physical body and brain, as if a 'switch' were then activated. Yet, curiously, this does not happen to everyone. The myth of Christianity wants us to believe that all men are equal, that they have a similar soul and individuality, in effect, an 'I.' The same belief as Masonic 'humanism,' imposed within Masonry by the Jew, who knows it is not so. There are animal-men in whom no God will ever incarnate, nor an Angel, who suffer without divinity, imprisoned without possibility of redemption. These are the inferior souls, semi-monkeys, carried to this degree of involution of no return by the Demiurge. And also some mestizo, mulatto and bastard components who run through the ultimate Rounds of Eternal Return before being devoured and dissolved in the belly of Jehovah-Satan. The 'I' must be born in the moment in which the Aesir, the Divya is in the earthly body and when his karmic condition makes his incarnation possible, his penetration, which would be made through the skull by some opening pre-existing there, or which the Mind opens at a given instant. It is as if the Mind enters into the new brain recently made its tool. But not all the Mind, since much of it must continue to work from outside. At the beginning, the God, the Angel will go in and out thereby repeating the process already described in the incarnation of the divine Hyperboreans, archetypal process going into and out from matter at will until by some error, or rather by warrior strategy, this ability is lost and the aperture closes keeping 'someone' prisoner. This is the 'ego.' The Prison of the 'I.' And the inability to again communicate with plants, trees and the condors of the sky, to speak with them, to be them. The drama becomes fatal, tragedy. He will just be a forsaken Vîra in the hands of the Gods, the Angels. He must fend for himself and has also been taken prisoner. Before, he lacked nothing like the animals and plants, or the stars. Animals are governed by what are called instincts, like Gods.
A dog never doubts in attack or in pressing his attack. Dog (in English) is God, or God in reverse, at the other extreme. Only the Vîra doubts his action and his direction due to his reasoning 'ego,' divided between impulse and consciousness, between thesis and antithesis, between good and evil. The Vîra has from time immemorial sought to find an escape from this drama, much more intense in those who remember the moment in which they for the first time feel themselves to be 'I,' without knowing that others can also feel themselves 'I' just the same, being also separated and individualized here. Religions, esoteric practices, yogas of post-Vedic India have claimed to find a solution in the annihilation of the 'I' by means of asceticism and torments of all kinds, to merge again in the impersonal universal Soul, in the One, in Brahma, in differentiation, in that which is also called God. Generations of ascetics and christian saints have sought the destruction of the 'I.' In India they are the Vedanta of Shankaracharya and Bhakti yogis, using Samadhi, which in Sanskrit means precisely 'united with the Primordial Being,' as already mentioned. This path and idea should start with the assumption that the 'I' is a fall, personality a 'sin' that must be corrected, redeemed. And up to a point they are right, in the sense that the 'I' and individuality are born as something unique in the entire Universe and, perhaps, in all Universes, something not thought, never dreamed and made possible by the incarnation of a Divinity, a Being of pure spirit in the world of flesh corrupted by the Demiurge. The Hero-Son is already a mixed being split between his God and a Demon. And the 'ego' is the product of this mixture. But what Esoteric Hitlerism can not forget is that incarnation, sacrifice, the 'falling in love of the Aesir with the daughters of men,' by the 'she' imprisoned by the Demiurge, may be more than a defeat, a fall, more a strategy favored to win Immortality and Resurrection in the final Combat that, without thinking or dreaming as much, has made possible 'something never imagined by even the greatest utopians…' Always when the 'I' is not destroyed.  [Judaism has been, since the distant days of the exodus from the Gobi Desert after the destruction of that high civilization, after the sinking of Atlantis, what has infiltrated the currents of strategic thought of the Aryans, the Vîras, turning their ideas towards the annihilation of self, whether in the Buddhism of India and China, whether in the epic heroic Hinduism of the times of the Great Bahrathas. By means of the Beni-Is-rael Jews, among whom, God knows! At best belonged Shankaracharia, Ramakrishna and Ramana Maharishi, the Jews have imposed the annihilation of self through Samadhi, the loss and fusion with the One (who is Jehovah, the Demiurge or Demon). In Tibet with Padmasambhava and Tantric Lamaism, they destroyed the warrior civilization of the white Dropas.  All this was facilitated by the fatal mixture of the Aryan conquerors with dark-skinned Dravidians, the yellow race and Mongols.  In the Occident there has been Jewish Christianity with its highest product, the false saint, who has made the greatest efforts to annihilate the self.  Nevertheless all this enormous danger to the path of Resurrection of the Initiate-Warrior-Hero, to the Magus and his transmutation into Superman, Absolute Man, into Sonnenmensch, Sun-Man, amounts to little before the looming horror to come. The present generations have destroyed their individuality with lethal drugs and thus the Aryan world prepares to make its entrance to the final annihilation by means of decisive weapons the Demiurge has put into the hands of his unconditional servants, his Genetic Golem, the Jew: electronic technology; 'computerized information,' 'robots,' for the mechanical technocratic 'global' plot, 'plastic' and 'electronic' money (transfer of funds) with the final mark of the Number of the Beast, 666, in the flesh of the goyim, on the forehead or palm of the hand, 'to be allowed to buy and sell' as foretold by that mysterious fateful document, the Apocalypse, terrible anticipation of the Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Many have attributed this to Saint John the Evangelist, but it might have been composed at various times, perhaps by one or more Kabbalist rabbi using the doctored numerical Kabbalah.  Some have attributed the main part, vengeful, political, to the Zealot agitator named Joshua, son of Judas of Gamala, as a message in symbolic code written two thousand years ago during his exile in Egypt and sent to his partisans who tried to restore the throne of David through him. As
regards the 666 code, that would be added much later when already fully entering the plans of Zionism in the last days, the actual ones, and their final implementation today. 666 was already in the 'bar code' of the 'universal product brand,' in plastic cards ('plastic money') credit and debit cards, and will be in the flesh, or in every aspect of life, from the birth to death of the slaves of the 'Electronic Planet' under the supreme government of the Elders of Zion. This really will end with the self of the Heroes, the still un-liberated Vîras, with their possibility of triumph in the Combat, electronically shackled and marked in their flesh, tattooed by lasers, prisoners of 'computer science,' 'registered' from birth, destroying their ability to think, to use their two cerebral hemispheres, robotized, cut off from any divine origin, the goyim of planet Earth leveled into an amorphous undifferentiated mass with no possibility of true immortality and resurrection. It will be total slavery in the Jewish Global Empire, totalitarian, demagogic, the ultimate before the destruction of the Kalpa with the momentous disappearance of the demagogic universe, in its fangs like those of the Fenrir Wolf.
   
Above, the Gods, and below the animal, with both sure to doubt nothing. The God flies, the animal crawls, but they do not doubt.  So the Gods do not doubt because they represent a single tendency. Thor is God of the Hammer; Aphrodite-Freya of Love; Brahma is the Creator; Vishnu the Preserver; Shiva the Destroyer. And they are still in one position only like trees and mountains, or in one activity like Shiva and Krishna in Dance. Moreover the animals specialize, 'programmed' as we say today. There are hunting dogs, guard and shepherd dogs. Only the Vîra, the Hero, imprisoned in demiurgic matter, is torn between contrary tendencies in torment, and dies without being able to fly. But there was a time when the boy-man also flew. Mystics and saints speak of faith and how it 'moves mountains.' And they are right. But what is faith? Is it something that comes from without and is received exactly when, in some way, the 'ego' is annihilated? 'Faith comes from God,' they tell us. It comes from something external that surpasses the individual. The Hero, the son of a God and a woman of earth, does not yet have this faith because he has an 'ego.' Therefore he doubts he can fly. And this diabolical doubt, instantaneous, uncontrollable, always appears in the most decisive moments of his life, just when he has begun to fly. Then he collapses. Thus the hero is one who crosses an abyss on a string that he holds up with his hands. The young S.S. initiate goes out through a window in the Tower of Initiation of the Castle of Esoteric Hitlerism, Wewelsburg. And without wings, because he is no longer an angel. If doubt attacks him in that last hour he will fall irretrievably into the abyss, something his being has opened in order to be able to be Himself. Faith does not allow the Hero to cross over the open abyss between person and personality, between the God that was and the Superman yet to be. Willpower does that. Esoteric Hitlerism knows the solution is not found in the overcoming of   the 'I' by an annihilation, but on the contrary, in his exaltation to an Absolute Self. That was the aim of the esoteric practices and disciplines of that Hyperborean Nordic Yoga taught at Wewelsburg  and in the secret magic Laboratories of the elite S.S. To achieve the Absolute Self as the only way for the Hero to overcome the drama of the dichotomy of incarnation. Properly understood, this is not the Jungian system of 'depth psychology,' 'Individualization,' where something is 'psychologized' that is spiritual and magic, alchemical, a process of divine transmutation of the Hero, the Vîra. For Jung this meant shifting the emphasis going from the cropped rational individual or person towards an ideal point, equidistant between consciousness and the subconscious, which would be the Selbst of Nietzsche, the Self. That is Jungian individualization and totalization.  Something ideal. But Total-Man, Superman, Sonnenmensch, the Sun-Man of Hitlerism, is a Hero who thanks to runic initiatic practices and Signs even more ancient than the Runes, rediscovered by Wotan on
the Iggdrasil Tree, and thanks to the Implosive Science of A-Mor, the Minnesänger, Armanen, has come to rescue his 'she,' to reintegrate her to his being, at the same time as he has found the She of SHE-HE as Absolute Woman, as Valkyrie, and has loved her as his A-Mado, his Beloved.  Thus it was possible for him to resurrect his body, immortalizing it in the red matter of Vajra. On personalizing himself in this way, he has given a Face to his soul, the Face of the Amada, the Beloved. He has ceased to be a little cropped 'I,' vacillating, to transmute into WE. Also, by a magic process inexplicable to reason he will give personality to the Persona (the 'speaking mask' in Latin) or Person, who remains awaiting him as on the edge of a Fountain. And, without merging himself in She, he will have rescued her inside and outside his own self, united and separated forever. Thus he will be Total Absolute Man facing this God. The ecstasy that goes with this Magic is not Samadhi that merges and loses, but Tantric Kaivala, that separates.  Not the saint, but the magus.  Kaivala comes from Kundalini, from Kaula Tantrism, Sanskrit names, from this Hyperborean idiom. The Fiery Serpent, Aesir and Vanir blood of fire recovered by the Vîra, by the resurrected Hero, by the Aryan, twice-born. He has recovered the Power of Odin (Odal Rune) in the Memory of this Blood, so that he has conquered Doubt, the vacillation between conflicting extremes, reaching an artificial security if one wants to call it that, but already indestructible Absolute Will, shudibudishvabhava, and possession of the Archetype (not possession by an Archetype). It has been possible for the Hero to reopen this Window at the top of his skull beyond the Sahasrara chakra, Sunya, Void, Black Sun, Black Hole. And redeem the Aion Saturn, to liberate Prometheus by a labour of Hercules. With the mantra Saham, meaning: 'I am Thou.' And go out towards THE WE with the mantra Hamsa: 'Thou art I.' Demiurgic 'robotic biology' has been defeated from within by the Hero, by the Vîra, by the Hitlerian Initiate, Nature has been transfigured by Magic Idealism, the belief of Novalis and the ancient German Minnesänger. The S.S. Magus has been crossed by a bolt from one side to the other, has made an explosive detonate over his head without destroying him and has been transmuted. The Hero has reopened that spiritual 'gland,' that Power, that Third Eye of the giant Polyphemus, allowing him to go out and enter in, disintegrate and reintegrate himself, live in several worlds at once, be a Tulku, a Jivanmukti, a Boddhisattva, or if one likes, an Avatar. To be like Rudolf Hess, with the Führer and next to the Führer. Because he has completed the Mission that He has entrusted to him. The True Mission, the True Combat…He has crossed over the abyss on a rope that he himself held.
This is the War of Esoteric Hitlerism