Race is the best soul in the best bodies with a sacred constellation from beyond, consciously guiding its principles of involutive incarnation. Each race has its very own if I dare say, GOD leading it along the way through the chasms of darkness. A light in the shadows!
And as is with all true race, only the most good and honest within it, can hear the Voice of its Deity. Knows what is best for it. Precedes it by the sacrificial nature of its individual personality here in this place of duplicity and speculative meanness. The Führer was one of these Great Souls who incarnate the Racial God.
Here below among so many dissolving uncombinable genetic mixtures, the great soul of a Race has obviously less of a chance to bring down to earth that sacred spirit that moves things from within and not from without.
And all equilibrium in the Cosmos is lost. The Life Spirit is squandered through petty semantic quandaries by those who are unfit intellectually as well as morally, only to seek ways that would harden and frustrate Nature in her desired Sacred Order.
True Nature combats the disorganizing principle of the Demiurge, in and through the unanticipated cracks that she has so jealously laid down within the cosmological foundations that made his existence possible. Un-behest to those who pretend to secretly control by some artificial process Nature’s Will:
Which is always, i.e., the Best SOUL in the Best Possible Bodies. Even though it be in the worst possible world!
Because Nature is Eternal and Good from its very intangible base. She wishes what is best and good in every living thing to come.
The Demiurge is her mechanical dark enemy. Issuing constantly from the infinite abyss of nothingness. The Demiurge has no soul. No spirit. And therefore no truth can determine its innate ontological direction.
He is shallow and but a vain splash on the wall of Nature’s Great Plan.
Yes the Winds swing to and fro, while true men or what is left of them, debate their own personal and intimately vital intellection.
We should be confident, knowing that there is no need to prove anything to anybody. Our Noble Soul is a rejected offering and therefore need not regret the passing of eternity in grain of sand. A little « cork » bobbing on the waves, seeding the Next Satya Yuga, in spite of it all.
Hieros Gamos! The Time needed in order to realize this alchemical Higher Ideal, is of course of no importance. Time in eternity is nothing.
« …must one day become the ruler of the earth(and not of this ugly world). »
Truth conquers all obstacles, whether men and titans would betray her: that Truth which Our undefiled Racial Nature has given us from up above with the strike of a thunderbolt. Yet some of us have misused the great Gift. And yes now it all comes back in our face… through the "sins of the fathers" coming home to roost...
...For K.Y. and the Kameraden!
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