When God doesn't come

Gone off with the Sword.

   When god doesn't come anymore, it's for a very good reason.

   Shame, has befallen his outer visage. As the wandering away of what is best has fled, gone off into the wilderness, where only Nothingness can preserve what is best & noble, lodged eternally as a metaphysical possibility in the Aryan Root Soul, having once been clothed with earthen flesh, filled with calcium and bundled nerves.

   A fire within the channeling veins, reflecting a celestial or better, supernal Will, that many wanted to enchain!

   But it isn't when imitating those who do evil, on this plane, un-spontaneously, that'll make the angels come down here on this sickening surface of ill will, to incarnate in blood filled clay vessels! Among the debilitating kind or diseased uncreated souls of Judah.

   The Aryan is surely going to invent the next real world. Not rebuilding here some unwarranted heaven in a hell spot,

  

   ...the old one could have, but failed, derided & misshapened by organic turncoats, ...

   ...we must leave the rust & soon will.

   To another place, another time, giving birth to our better selves on the same higher level as gave life to the ultimate Avatar. Creating a secret domain. The others of our kind shunning this world's miserable ugliness, like an old snake skin worthy of filth.

   Let us leave Usury to traitors, and to all those parasitical golems who thrive on the street. Let them ignore racial injury. Flees on a dog's back. Ready to die.

   Alas, you the blessed child with golden hair. Returning to the Sun. Going into its awful middle land, penetrating within the forbidden blackness. Turning as Green Fire ripping the air. All the mortal debris disassembling. The thunderbolt's son. A brother far from here, living in God's ulterior palace, among the same, where no jealousy can invade.

   Republica Platonica de Arya. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNGTEaRuyr0

“schreite mit stolzer geringschatzung durch den pfuhl menschlicher Unzulässigkeit...” 

"stride with proud disdain thru this swamp of what is humanly inadmissible..."      Joachim Peiper

The Middle of the World in plain sight.