“Must all men be men? It may well be that there are beings with human appearance yet completely different from men.” Novalis
GERDA is the name the ancient Germans called the solid supportive star we now call Earth. A Goddess, a feminine Aion, caught in the nets like Pistis Sophia. Within the spherical form we attribute to her there must be the body of a somber suffering giant, a feminine giant. We have become her cells, shaped into identical parts, in 'her image and likeness,' held by her gravity. Moreover, from here we proceed no further! We are also her prisoners. History takes millions of years repeating herself, and is very far away. It is the history of Gods entering into combat and being defeated. Voluntarily defeated. Coming from the far distance of the Orphic Egg, from the Pre-Cosmogonic Eros on the other side of the demiurgic Universe of imprisoned stars, they will enter like disks of cold light, uncreated, through those Black Holes, composed of Plasmic Shape and absolute silence where no light from here can break through or endure. They are UFOs, a Vimana, a 'Chariot of Fire,' something round, revolving, or made to rotate by demiurgic gravitational waves. With a strategic plan, the Divinities have spread through the Cosmos residing in different stars in the firmament, until reaching Gerda. But, though this must be understood from space-time as an entrance from incommensurable distances, everything would be like shift in mental state, instantaneous, the transfer from one plane to another, from one universe of the Mind to another. And of Energy as well, such that the Cathar idea of distinct heavens, some more subtle than others, and their claim that 'from the Fifth Heaven downwards confusion reigns, through demiurgic admixture,' would be truthful. Esoteric Hitlerism considers each 'Chariot of Fire,' Vimana or Disk of Light entering this atmosphere is a HE detached from HE-SHE in search of his she, or a She detached from SHE-HE in search of her he. He is a God, Wotan, Baldur, Freya. But 'That' which fell from the Orphic Egg cannot enter here whole, since it would not fit, despite having left the greater part of himself in the original Egg. So he must again be divided, it being appropriate to say that each sphere, each Fighter Chariot, each Vimana, brings within a crew comprising Einherieren warriors from Valhalla, or the Green Thunderbolt. A Company, a Headquarters Command, a Platoon. A Family House. And their entry to fight in this world equals the Mystery of the Incarnation, or Plasmic Metamorphosis of the Archetype in the ever less subtilized matter of the Demiurge.
As the UFO or the Vimana goes through different levels of the condensation of Energy, clad with it, until becoming visible on Gerda, so that we could say it gradually forms its substance while entering in and going out. The number of the division of the Archetype in the interior of the Sphere, its 'crew,' will also be conditioned by the density of the matter it crosses, or inhabits momentarily, by the vibration of its energy. Subsequently the components of the crew, their bodies, must acquire the consistency of the medium by which they transit, outwardly and inwardly, being the various bodies possessed by one body, about which some doctrines tell us: spirit, soul, matter. Basically there is no more than one body acquiring different consistencies, from the seed atom, from an invariable genetic root as we would now say. Bodies of the body necessary to enter into and especially to go out from. Bodies that have atrophied until disappearing as potential, until losing their capacity to exit. The strategy for the invasion of the demiurgic world by the divine Divyas is achieved as the 'Eucharistic Mystery' so to speak. The Divya-God divides. He enters here as a Disk of Light, as a Circle (whose circumference is everywhere and center nowhere). And he is Wotan, come from
the City of Asgard, built (in a perennial transparent fading in and out) in any of the more subtle planes of plasmic metamorphosis, in any of the heavens beneath the Fifth (any sky could be my sky), in Valhalla where other laws rule and another Time-Aion reigns, but within the Empire of the Demiurge, always in its domain. Abandoning the plane of the Spirit of Eternity, the Gods go out from the Pre-Cosmic Egg and reach the state of corrupt matter in the camp of the Enemy, also building his cities, his barracks, his castles with the same matter, energy and time they find there in the vast expanse of stars, the Houses of the Zodiac. Hence the Asgard of Leo will be different from that of Aries and Pisces and Celestial Hyperborea from the Polar Hyperborea on Gerda. Even when the model, the prototype of the City of Asgard, Agartha, Shambalah, the City of the Caesars, is always built on nostalgia and the memory of the ancestral dwelling in the Green Thunderbolt. The consistency of the metamorphic shaping of the City, just like the body of the Divyas and the matter that makes up the Chariot or Vehicle of the Gods will correspond to the substance and vibration of the energy of the world they go through, thereby becoming visible for an instant in the organ of perception in the minds of the beings that inhabit it. So we understand the statement that 'the Flying Saucers - UFOs, are angels…' They enter, are seen for an instant and then disappear. They have 'integrated,' but they must leave fast before they crystallize and lose the ability to 'disintegrate.' The power of Odil, Hvareno, the Science of Implosion, the ability to return to the Center ('that is nowhere.')
The Mystery of Odinic Incarnation is not fundamentally distinct from the Incarnation of Esoteric Kristianity, the 'Eucharistic Mystery' of the Mass, or Messe, which means sowing, harvesting. The grains are scattered over the land of the Demiurge (one grain of wheat is exactly like another? In its essence? And the ears, are they the same as the grain?) and the armies spread out in a predetermined plan of attack by the warriors of Asgard, by their Commander-in-Chief, the 'Lord of Hosts,' Wotan, also a poet. His War is Lightning, a Blitzkrieg (as with the Führer) won or lost like the lightning bolt. Because Wotan is also the wind, the hurricane. And his horse Sleipnir, eight-legged, gallops with only four in this world. The others are for Eternity.
When the UFO comes down here they open their doors and the warriors come out like a hurricane. Each one of those Einherier is equal to Wotan, is He, even though he is called Baldur, Thor, Siegfried, Tristan or Parzival. Each one will live an archetypal history that only transubstantiates in Wotan. And he is like the Eucharistic Host, also round as the Vimana, the UFO, like the War Chariot of the Lord of Hosts, radiant light and when dividing, in each of its parts containing the Whole God.
