This might seem like Gnosticism or even dualism, if not for there being in addition to these two universes moreover many others, unimaginable and of pure imagination, like those particles of quantum science, the Myrmidons (from mind, mentality) or like 'imaginary numbers.' Inexistent Universes that nevertheless exist. Hence, Esoteric Hitlerism is not a Manichean dualism, nor even a Gnosticism. As we have said elsewhere, it is Tantrism, Wotanism, pluralistic paganism.
For the purposes of this exposition we shall limit ourselves to the first Explosion and the extension of its contagion in an other Universe, appreciated as Nothingness. Although it may well be difficult to understand how a material Universe, with exact laws of essential chemistry, can be sustained by Nothing, not being created eternally, in contradiction with the finite combinations of its mechanics, repeating themselves in an Eternal Return of the Same and in this way, and only in this way, providing a platform of support for its real or illusory existence. Yet, due to gravitational entropy, a limit is placed on the expansion lest the Cycle of Return feed on the energy stolen from that other Universe, indistinguishable, corrupting with the unbridled appetite of its Will to Power, eternally renovated by 'vampire action' and the enslavement of Time, the God Kronos, transformed into a Vassal Aion. The Mithraic Zervan. So the Cycle of Eternal Return overflows the borders of its circumference penetrating another universe, invading it, altering its pristine purity with a corrupting mode, 'imperialist' so to speak, feeding on its purity, this 'blood,' so it can go on existing and making its finite energy eternal through this expansion. The Cycle and slavery aggrandize, repeating themselves. Like a stain, Evil extends its contagion, its horrible invention. Its spaces and its times. Imperialism, not Imperium, is the beginning of a decadence. Kronos, Time, seems to orbit around something, much like we move around Kronos-Saturn, which emits gravitational waves wasting our energies and wearing us down in the slide towards death. The expansion of the visible Universe is fulfilled in tactical turns, with an encircling strategy of 'pockets.' Therefore the Eternal Return loses force in every Round. And so thereby Ragnarök appears, the Twilight of the Gods at the end of Kaliyuga, in the Iron Age, our own. The Solar Wind could reach the zone of Great Silence, total silence, where it seems no vibration arrives. And where even light is sucked down to the Black Holes, by the Black Sun or 'Astral Tube,' by that Swastika where everything collapses in on itself. Everything visible and known by the rational mind. This is Implosion, the passage to an Other Universe, to anti-matter, where everything goes in the opposite direction, where another time rules. A Time still unused in reserve, a God still not yet incarnated, not chained to the Rock at the Full Noontide of Eternal Return.
Eternity is unused Time. 'Time in reserve,' said the great Hitlerist writer and poet Knut Hamsum.
Mechanistic science, 'exploding,' believes the visible Universe is something like ten billion years old, and will eventually end at a preordained date. The Rishi sages of Vedic India determined the periods of Eternal Return by Kalpas, Manvantaras and Yugas. Cycles within other cycles. We are at the end when the current is within the open jaws of the Fenrir Wolf in the Kaliyuga, the Fourth Age, the Iron one with the earlier being the Bronze, Silver and that of Gold, the Golden Age, the primordial Paradise. Our Cosmogony knows a Fifth Age that will be the result of the Judgment of the Kaliyuga, the Age of Lead, indescribable for its horror. And we think that because these are symbolic figures of Tantric alchemy, because it is from lead that involution again ascends, transmuting into gold (back towards the Golden Age, the Satya-Yuga). From Lead the Opera Magna of Heroes in combat begins again. From there, by means of Implo-sion, or rather Antigravitational Science, it becomes possible to overcome entropy, the wear and tear of burnout and ex haustion of matter, retracing the ages conversely to reach the Alchemic Gold, aurum potabile one drinks to gain immortality with a body of Red Vajra (Rubedo, the red giant stars) before the end when we leap into an Other Universe. To go out. Aryan Rishis call this red matter Vajra, detained precisely in the critical moment of expansion (imperialism and exhaustion), fixed there, just before the fatal second of decadence, as a White Dwarf, to be converted into a mummy in the sky (weighed down like lead) or disintegrating in an inverse explosion, through wear and fatigue, leaving lost matter in the belly of something like a Robot-Golem, who feeds from this destruction, thereby able to begin everything again in another Kalpa, other Rounds, in the Eternal Return. It has been said the world is a thought rather than a machine. But it thinks badly. And more than a dream, this Creation is a nightmare. A failed invention, a monstrous imitation. It is the corruption of something that was something else.
