A Place for Truth



She’s naked, and pretty, … yet no one issued from the great pit can perceive her. Even those shadows roaming in front of their opened eyes, leaves them speechless, …they were born to endeavor as blind ones from here to the end of Eternity’s wages. Dazzled by nothing. Enamored of nothing. Dead to the spirits which surround our solitary tracks in the Ether. 

No historical man is real. Let alone his concubines. Only the Ghost in the heart knows her. Beseeches the Royal Activity, which an innocent youth, boy or girl, would cling to, in all distress. In a City bewailing cavernous meaninglessness.

Naked and pretty. Silent between the behooved leaves. The trees of all colors, glistening. 

Who would honor her? Which man can hold her in his bosom and yet without burning to a crisp, can gasp, maintaining his sanity, then embrace the red lips of Truth…

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23 responses to “A Place for Truth

  • popov

    all fake. great song.

  • popov

    were they real bombs in Germany or something else entirely ? make sure you watch last slide for ‘the big hint’

    the poor saps in the military don’t know a thing. they are order followers only. kind of like the dribbling TV watchers of today.

    • delendaestziobot

      Well, they can’t have used aerial bombing, because that is definitely fake, as the fuses on the bombs dropped from planes don’t work, and the logistics of aerial bombing from planes is impossible, and the evidence displayed doesn’t suggest the method given….The “Hellstorm” account is fictitious and Thomas Goodrich is a literary raconteur.

      I think there are a few options as to what destroyed the German cities. Either the cities were demolished by machinery and in-situ explosives (however according to imagery great care has been taken not to damage any trees), or some unknown weapons of destruction were used, or it is an act of God, or all the footage and images and photographs are faked and we have no idea what was there before. Or….well, I guess there are quite a few options, however “Allied fire-bombing” is not one, and people have gone to great lengths to make out that Germany suffered a horrific fire-bombing, when this is not true. What I have seen of modern “wars”, say Syria for example, the destruction of the cities looks like it was done with demolition machinery, now, if only demolition machinery is used then that would explain why no trees are damaged.

  • Trentar

    I will try to explain about my perspektive.

  • Trentar

    On the 28th of February 2017 I was reading the book ‘Ultimate Avatar’ by Miguel Serrano and something clicked in me, perhaps for the first time in ages. I was next led (by my intuition) into the mental and spiritual world of Esoteric Hitlerism where (by the method of intellectual study, combined with enthusiasm and love for the subject at hand) I was able to make mine once again those parts of my soul that were dispersed when I experienced death in my former incarnation. (I was a German soldier who died in Russian captivity).
    For the remaining part of 2017 I felt renewed, I knew certain parts of my psyche were still missing but I felt more whole than I’ve felt for the past 16 years.
    In paralel with this awakening, a social renewal of sorts took place via the internet since I began frequenting this blog, Siddhareich.
    I was full of joy at meeting my kamerads, although I didn’t express it too directly, the ambient being primarily cerebral, not conductive to such emotionalities.
    And so it went until the 1st of March 2018, when I received not only an intimation, as was usually the case, but a direct and open proof that my friendship was not valued as it should have been, at least according to my notions of these things.
    I was tempted to call it quits then and there, but I felt duty-bound to a certain person of Siddhareich, so I decided to endure some more abuse in the name of comradely ideals (my notions of same, actually).
    On the day of this year’s vernal Equinox, 21st of March, I was sitting in a moving bus and listening to the dull music being broadcast from its speakers.
    I was most surprised to next hear a song by Aretha Franklin coming on the radio, since the song didn’t conform to the program at all. It was a track I knew but haven’t heard in years, I’ve practically forgotten it.
    Again something clicked, and I clearly felt a presence to my left side (there was no one there, the bus was almost empty).
    Again, intense wellbeing I felt, not ecstasy, I guess, just a feeling of fulness and authority over my life.
    For some time I didn’t know how to explain to my fellow Kamerads that I have moved on spiritually, but as fate would have it some of them were experiencing changes on their own.
    There is a force above my soul, I call it love. Not that long ago I’d be ashamed to even mention love here, but now I don’t care what you think, I don’t owe you anything but love, I believe, nor is it given me to be afraid of any of you that may read this.
    But I am afraid of loosing the sense that I am not a traitor to my soul. I must know that I’ve done all I could for my life, regardless of the shame and ridicule and mocking laughter.
    I had no intention of explaining this to you, but this weekend I had the opportunity to watch a documentary about George Michael. (You can laugh all you want, I don’t mind.)
    In that film, a certain song was heard for a few seconds. Immediately, I knew I had to pay attention, so I went to Youtube to find out and listen to that melody again, but from beginning to end this time.
    This time it really hit me “in medias res”, right in the middle of my mind. On this occassion, I felt a sharp bliss gathering momentum, very much so, but it tended to diminish with repeated listenings, so I forced myself to press stop.
    I am thankful I did. Not sure why, but I was always slightly addicted to music, but more to inner (or internalized) music than to the outer one.

    And so I heard this same tune in my head – and while I was listening to it, I was flooded with exact insight as to what to do.
    I could talk a lot more, but I somehow feel that you won’t be interested. After all, I was only en rapport with Karl Young here, for the most part.
    I will say this much though: I am not interested in hate anymore. At first I thought loving black people would be difficult, while loving Jews would be impossible, but – it isn’t difficult at all.
    Pride is difficult, false pride. The ego is difficult.
    Hate is rather tiring, in a sense, but what really exhausted me, finally, was despisal,the intensity and “cleverness” of my despisal.
    The thing had its day, and its night too, I am done with it.
    Considering what is really important, I simply don’t care if the Earth is flat or no,
    I don’t care if history is fake, and wars too. The test is not about that. The test is about love.
    One can so endanger one’s soul as to merit being reborn as a dog or a cat the next time he or she incarnates here on this planet. And even worse.
    For me, the path of Kaivalya doesen’t work anymore. It kinda worked for some time – but that’s because I didn’t have the necessary insight.
    To put it simply, because I wasn’t loved.
    Nor was I able to truly express the right kind of love with respect to my own person and my own being.
    Karl Young, I wish you well, but it is my duty as a fellow human being to tell you that it is utter bad taste when one engages in praising oneself as you do, even as it is bad taste to insult people and call them ‘cretins’ to their face.
    That is a sign of unthinkable agression and ugly violence, it has nothing to do with being Ehrean.
    You say you are a poet, but the poem you published in Kristof’s book is not a poem at all.
    I guess that is ultimately a matter of taste, yet I wanted to write my opinion, since you’ve been extremely rude to everyone, yourself included.

    I have no intention of helping you to publish The Golden Cord book anymore.
    The edition you published with the help of Jason Thompkins is a rather faithful document of your scolarship: not knowing the Spanish language isn’t a sin, by no means so, but not having checked the translation with an independent source before printing it was utterly irresponsible, especially when the translation was produced by a person you openly despise.
    But you despise everybody.
    Some of us overtly, some covertly, but at the end you always make sure that people “betray” you, so you can be the “righteous one.”
    You even wrote rude things about Serrano. Not that I am hurt because of it, but initially I was. It was when I read your words about him that I decided I was not going to take this sort of behaviour from you anymore.
    It is not about Serrano, but about principles.
    Principles of common Ehrean (!) courtesy.
    People regain their balance, you shoud try and stop identifying with the victim, we are all victims.
    I hope that you will meet someone that will help you regain your balance – or perhaps you will pull it off by yourself and some spiritual help from above.
    My sentiment also remains with the rest of you: especially Kristof and Michael Luna (please, excuse my verbal rudeness).
    A part of me, the best, perhaps, will always be German, nor am I in any way at odds with the fact that I gave my life for Germany. (Yes, my suffering was real, and so was the suffering of millions; the view that wars are just one big fakery is utterly delusional and false: they are very true.)
    I have finally bought the cheap guitar I wanted, what I haven’t bought is the wish to form a band. Not that I wouldn’t like to play with others, I would – it is just that I first have to learn how to play properly.
    If any of you feel like jaming, I like the Rowland S. Howard type of stuff.

    • delendaestziobot


      I don’t want to publish The Golden Cord, again.

      Your view is the wars are real. My view is that wars are false, and that history is a fiction. I don’t wish to be part of this fiction, the delusion is the history of man itself. My work has attempted to prove this to myself and make it known, and that is my Truth, and that is my Love. I don’t love those that have lied to me and abused me. If you do, in some German-humanitarian sense, that is your way, not mine. I have only insulted those that betrayed me and insulted me first. And if you are insulted by the truth then what can I do for you? You want to learn to play the guitar and start a punk band…. I want to challenge the lies of humanity…That is the difference between us…You are not an Ehrean… I am the Ehrean…

  • Trentar

    Yes, Trentar = Hosner, obviously.

  • delendaestziobot

    “Thus and therefore Esoteric Hitlerism is pure invention and creation and all religion (Re-union, Religare) in these worlds, recreating itself today through me (as tomorrow through others), or because Someone invents it, utilizing me.” – Miguel Serrano – MANU: For The Man To Come

    If Hitler is not a real person (which he was not) but an invented character then Esoteric Hitlerism disintegrates as a Religion.

    Just as Christianity disintegrates if Jesus Christ was not a real person. Because there was no “I” for either character. They were invented. Serrano has based his ideas on Hitler being real, a real man with a real history who fought in World War I, fought for “his people”, fought the Jews, and so on and so forth, but if this is not real, then one should not pretend that it is real. And Serrano even admits to this. The basis of Esoteric Hitlerism is the incarnation of God on earth as the man Adolf Hitler, but Hitler was not a real man! And therefore he was a false idol. I cannot believe any longer in a false idol, an invented character. I will not be “utilized” anymore to promote a false idol who never really fought a war at all!

  • Duped

    Hosner (or Trentar), I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but I always read your posts and could relate to them. I want to understand you, but I don’t get you at all. I am not interested in your relationship with Karl, I’m interested in your progression. Sorry, if I come across rather rude, but if you could bear with me, I would be thankful. You use terms like… something clicked, intuition, spiritual, soul, incarnation, psyche, felt this & felt that, synchronicities, etc. You fully well know that these things are wishy-washy and there are millions of new-agers who report the same things, but in the end, it’s nothing more than autosuggestion.

    Do you really think that you were a captured German? I’m sorry, but are you possibly brainwashing yourself? Look, I’m happy that you got over your depression, you were in a really dark place from what I read in your posts. But come on, loving blacks? Why would you try to love black people? Are there even any blacks in your country? My country is being flooded with them and they do terrible stuff, at the most superficial level they’re destroying the aesthetics of my town, I hate seeing their arrogant faces. I have an instinctive aversion towards them. I’m not constantly enraged, but I won’t train myself to accept them. This would be unnatural and you know it. What is most important to me is that I’m not bothered and that I can do what I deem most important, in my case unraveling the truth, although I’m not a genius and thus need input from people smarter than me, but whatever.

    The elites can parasitize off of my income and live in bliss, they can even fake wars, it’s better than real ones, but I need to have my loved ones and me SAFE, and I can’t have that now all of a sudden, whereas my parents could. How can I love blacks or this other scum when they’re slaughtering people in my vicinity. My female friends fear to go out at night. This wasn’t the case a mere 5 years ago. The only thing that makes sense to me is that you’re very sensitive and emotional, so working yourself up about all the bad things got you depressed to such an extent that you completely exhausted yourself into not caring about the things around you. Years ago, I read something similiar in Eckhart Tolle’s book “The Power of Now,” obviously new-age trendy stuff to put people to sleep again. I will quote some passages in the next post, and I want to ask you if you experienced it in a similar way.

    I feel like you’re not grounded in reality and you’re inventing stuff as a coping mechanism. Why not detach yourself from all things supernatural and question them in a more realistic manner as a thought experiment? You can be realistic about things and at the same time stay optimistic about your life, what matters most is what you create yourself, if it gives meaning to you and the people you like. What really helped me is reading papers from Miles Mathis, he brought me back to reality. I can’t say that I checked everything, but it makes sense to me. Try reading his stuff, at least for the purpose of grounding yourself again, choose a topic that interests you and then after a couple of weeks or months, tell me that Siddharreich isn’t moving in the right direction. I could be wrong about you. But what is your opinion on this? I took a lot of time to write this.

    • Trentar

      Hello Duped! Thank you for your reaction. I kinda anticipated those questions will arise, but I was in a hurry to explain my basics first.
      I work with words all the time, I am a writer, have published some minor things, translations etc. and I am aware how my words sound in the absence of a background of sorts.
      In a sense, I am pathologically sensitive, yes, even morbid, and I am aware of the importance of balancing these traits of mine with their corresponding anti-traits, but ultimately there is no escaping this skin and this character, one that has often landed me in a place of suffeering and almost-madness.
      To me, a human face is everything. And I am most happy when I can recognize at least some noble features, however hidden and masked they be,on the faces of my fellow beings – and I have been constantly lowering my standards. To the point where I simply couldn’t take it anymore.
      I wanted to kill at least one of these monstrous and frightening faces, those of black people especially.
      Contemplating their features brought nightmares into my life. (There are no black people here, however, in Italy, a mere mile away, their numbers are significant. And I’ve already noticed their sentinels even here, not many for now, mostly large-bottomed females).
      When I say “loving them”, I don’t mean pursuing an active expression of approval towards them, but a willingness to consider each case, the whites included, on an individual basis, as a single human (!?) being – where possible. That is all.
      Where this proves to be impossible, I will remain aware that we are being willy nilly forced into a defensive war with them.
      I don’t like this, but I hate even more what they do and what they represent. The same with Jews.
      This position allows me to mind my own business until personally provoked.
      True, as a group we have been already provoked by negroes, (by we I mean white people) but until our respective governments remain as they are, i.e. mostly passive and inactive or, in the case of Germany and Sweden, even the opposite, I personally refuse the option of initiating justice on my own, which wasn’t the case before my experience. I was constantly plotting. plotting a way to destroy or, at the very least, hurt someone.
      As to my “inner equation”: you may think of it what you will, I just wish to add and clarify that I am, as a person, deeply conditioned in all my thinking and perceiving by a lifetime spent practicing magick, serious magick, not new age wishy-washy white light bullshit. I began studying Kabballah at 16, when there were few books, at least in our country. Next I received the first six initiations in the O.T.O. where I practiced Enochian magick. This is the most potent magick out there, apart from Obeah and certain forms of negative Voodun. These experiences are guaranteed to change everyone. Being initially hypersensitive I became pathologically so. What to some people is intuition is common ocurrence to me, same with various projections and states. This is not bragging, in fact, these things can almost be a burden, in a sense, and I must put effort into it remaining always with my feet standing firmly on the Earth – to the extent of my abiities.
      Fortunately, I don’t drink anymore alchohol. When I did, it was even worse – in terms of subjective experiences bordering on pain and madness. I did land in a mental institution once, but after realizing that they can’t do nothing for me I left. Most of my former friends have had similar experineces. In fact, every magician I know, at least the ones that are worthy of their salt, has been at least once in a looney bin, most of them have life long addictions. I am still on Methadone myself, although I am – finally – beginning to contain and erase this serpentine addiction.
      Sure, there are magicians that are able to do strong magick and keep a job, a family etc.
      But they only live in books, not in the real world.
      Sure, there are always exceptions, but they are very very, few.
      One can ask, does it pay, then, to immerse oneself in magick? No, it does not. But if you want to be able to manipulate energy and be a political force, even if just in a local sense, then you have no other option but to go through the ‘required’ experiences.
      I was always obssessed with manipulating political forces, esp. with bringing revenge on the Vatican. But these things come at a price. A heavy price. Unless one is working in a group, but even then the price of inertia is always exacted by the universe. It is negative karma, and it takes time to work it out, to pay all the bills. Obviously, one’s health is affected, sometimes, if things go “too far”, people may die.
      If I knew it would be thus, back in the day when I was first casting my innocent glances on the seductive diagrams and magical charts of astral libido, I’d have said no to all this, because it is mostly madness and toil, but one usually has no say in these things, not if one is karmically predisposed, as I definitely was. Besides, the serpent of magick has its ways, seductive ways, hidden ways, they are not as obvious as what I am writing here. For every aspirant the “trap” is tailor-made, it suits one’s soul like a hand in glove. Obviously, God knows us well. (And so does the Devil, but not as good!) And it is all a matter of knowing oneself. Of finding out.
      Which brings us to my experiences of past lifes. I wrote what I wrote with full confidence, definitely not in a jocose, light spirit of inconsequential shooting the breeze.
      It took me all my life, 47 years, to finally piece together my karmic picture; at least its main features, and I started out being as sceptic as the next person. But even as a child I had premonitions, signals, often in the form of dreams, vivid dreams of concentration camps, things definitely not pleasant.
      Magick is a science, there is a “meta-mathematical” method to it; with time, as one gradually absolves the skill of silencing the rational and accentuating the supra-rational levels of one’s soul, one can even have the pleasure of verifying what thereto were only hunches and tantalizing intuitions. The picture slowly gets built, very slowly. Nor am I a member of O.T.O: anymore, or of any other orders, even more problematic, some of them Satanic, i.e. without ethics – if not a peculiar kill’em all ethics, which, however, leads most of us, greedy lovers of power and fame, directly into the heart of hell.
      One millionth part of a second is an eternity there.
      While here, another type of hell reigns, but this, in comparison, is not as difficult and, most of all, not as final as that other one.
      My good will is limited, who knows what will be, but for now, while the wind yet blows favourably in my sails, I intend to perform some not-negative magick for a change.
      People overestimate the so-called “positive” things, everyone that ever received a negative test for a HIV or Hepatitis C test knows well just how beautiful the word negative really sounds!
      I am thankful you took the time to write what you wrote. I’d like to reciprocate and write some more, because I am afraid I remained almost as obscure as I initially was to you with my “clickings” and intuitions etc. but for the time being, this will have to suffice.
      I will definitely write more, especially if you take the trouble to formulate some questions to which I can then respond.
      I also thank you for the piece of literature you transcribed to illustrate your point! Few, if any, of my correspondents ever went to such lengths and troubles.
      As I said, the moment I see a noble soul my heart leaps over the Moon for joy, and I am immediately prepared to redouble my efforts! It seems to me I am asking for so little, and yet sometimes it seems as if I am demanding the impossible. Ave atqve Vale, amice!

    • Trentar

      As to the direction of Siddhareich, I said even before that I’ll wait for the 2nd part of the TRP book and then try to reach a conclusion on the basis of KY’s evidence. So far, these are just small, short articles, some here, some there, interspersed with all sorts of personal things. Let him paint the whole picture and present it as it is. All I can say now is this: some things Karl says do make sense in some department of my mind, but it is all strictly intuition and muffled echoes, while I’d like to have more, in order to say yes or no.
      I am not averse to employing intuition when it comes to “strictly” personal things, but these were massive processes, and very much objective, millions of folks and machinery and miles and gear, there must be some objective proof somewhere, a point of entry into the body of big lie.
      I find it hard to imagine how he could be 100% right, the sheer SCOPE of the tricks that would require being pulled is immense. How? Where? Who? Why?
      Given the historical record of the manipulators, call them Frankists or Masons or Illuminati or Jesuits, it is obvious that they are not above erasing whole centuries and falsifying every record in existence. But there are limits to what even they are able to do. They can’t acess the ontological level, can they? They can, perhaps, produce robots – how could they make a true Man, or un-make Him for good?
      Are they able to add to the shape of the Earth? They can perhaps hide parts of it for a time, that is it.
      I know about Miles Mathis, thanks to someone that mentioned him here. Was that you? The guy is on to something, yes, but something tells me he might be a plant, mix 95% truth with 5% of lies where it matters most.
      And off he goes.
      These things need a big, clear, concentrated, experienced, mature, healthy mind and body, and lots of time to carefully wade through every single word, information, article.
      As long as I am in this mood – why bother?
      To me, what matters most, at least for now, is exploring contained sorrow by playing guitar and keyboards and trying to sing along; I am not so much interested in the direction Siddhareich is taking. However, friends, true friends, are more important than even music, but I am not sure if any of you is willing to meet me half way on the friendship field.
      As it is, we are just internet pals, and I am only prepared to invest a limited amount of time in this type of relationship.
      Because it is controlled!
      And mediated by a third party!
      A non-sympathetic party!
      But if any of you is prepared to give his all and place all his cards on the table – then that is another matter.
      I know well that the right few people can change the world entirelly, if they are ready to sacrifice the merely personal for the bigger picture. Thus far, I have seen no indication we are those few folks.
      What is also very important is this: do we even want to be?
      I never said my whole ambition was satisfied by playing musik. I always wanted to “rule” the world. I still do.
      But for this type of things one needs like-minded individuals, beholden to a same higher ideal.

      • Duped

        I think I kinda understand you, but having a willingness to consider each case is still a “willingness,” i.e. it’s proactive. I don’t have that. At the most, I would be forced to treat them like everybody else at work, as a customer, etc. There are surely Africans around that have an IQ of >100 who behave well, but I can’t and don’t want to accept them because it’s a slippery slope that will always end in mass migration. I have a feeling that we mean the same thing, though, so all is good. You’re right, having a healthy body and mind is a prerequisite and a priority. Having good people around you is also important.

        In regards to magick, I can’t relate to this stuff, it’s too subjective. Sure, one can have unique experiences and feelings, but I can’t believe that there are procedures that can influence reality. At most you can brainwash yourself, shift your focus and then act differently which would change a specific outcome. The reason why I think in this way is, if magick is involved in politics, why do they need to implement stupid propaganda, psyops and hoaxes? But, well, I won’t research this further anyways, it’s not my nature, but if you’re really honest, I won’t dispute your own experiences, they’re your own.

        In regards to Siddharreich, I agree with you that Karl didn’t provide enough evidence up to this point (like a well-structured treatise), but why should he, it’s his online confession box (as he said) and it’s for the purpose to sort his thoughts (I guess), which I don’t mind. It’s always interesting. If you would like to have more, some point of entry, I can provide you a couple of articles that go in a similar direction, which helped me. Yes, I mentioned Mathis. Maybe he’s a plant, I don’t know, but it makes sense to me and I can follow his research step-by-step. Using his methodologies, you can try to unravel events by yourself. Like he wrote, there are gurus being placed on every level of the awakening (as a misdirection), but there comes a point, where it’s you at the top and you stop reading and start researching. I have to admit that I’m not at that point yet. What makes this of me? I guess Miles is the guru where I’m at and I will have to be aware of the 5% lies.

        I would also be interested to hear your opinion on the following paper, because you studied and practiced magick. It’s not urgent though, it’s a lot with the stuff from above, so don’t force yourself, take a timeout, as long as you need.

      • delendaestziobot

        Trentar, thankyou for your time and more detailed response. I think our position, our situation, is rather well pointed out in a short novel by E.M Forster – “The Machine Stops”. My work, and “Magick” is to show that the Machine has always been here, it was on this plane, or inside, where we are, before we were. How we ended up here I do not know, but the Machine was here already. You are right when you think “how could this be?”, how could all of history be a lie, how can war be faked, how could so many be involved and not know? I don’t have the answers for that as yet. But, certainly, when I finally finish my book (which, as you can imagine is extraordinarily difficult), it will help describe further the magnitude of these world spanning illusions and lies.

  • Duped

    “One night not long after my twenty-ninth birthday, I woke up in the early hours with a feeling of absolute dread. I had woken up with such a feeling many times before, but this time it was more intense than it had ever been. The silence of the night, the vague outlines of the furniture in the dark room, the distant noise of a passing train – everything felt so alien, so hostile, and so utterly meaningless that it created in me a
    deep loathing of the world. The most loathsome thing of all, however, was my own existence. What was the point in continuing to live with this burden of misery? Why carry on with this continuous struggle? I could feel that a deep longing for annihilation, for nonexistence, was now becoming much stronger than the instinctive desire to continue to live.

    “I cannot live with myself any longer.” This was the thought that kept repeating itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. `Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the `I’ and the `self’ that `I’ cannot live with.” “Maybe,” I thought, “only one of them is real.” I was so stunned by this strange realization that my mind stopped. I was fully conscious, but there were no more thoughts. Then I felt drawn into what seemed like a vortex of energy. It was a slow movement at first and then accelerated. I was gripped by an intense fear, and my body started to shake. I heard the words “resist nothing,” as if spoken inside my chest. I could feel myself being sucked into a void. It felt as if the void was inside myself rather than outside. Suddenly, there was no more fear, and I let myself fall into that void. I have no recollection of what happened after that.

    I was awakened by the chirping of a bird outside the window. I had never heard such a sound before. My eyes were still closed, and I saw the image of a precious diamond. Yes, if a diamond could make a sound, this is what it would be like. I opened my eyes. The first light of dawn was filtering through the curtains. Without any thought, I felt, I knew, that there is infinitely more to light than we realize. That soft luminosity filtering through the curtains was love itself. Tears came into my eyes. I got up and walked around the room. I recognized the room, and yet I knew that I had never truly seen it before. Everything was fresh and pristine, as if it had just come into existence. I picked up things, a pencil, an empty bottle, marveling at the beauty and aliveness of it all.

    That day I walked around the city in utter amazement at the miracle of life on earth, as if I had just been born into this world. For the next five months, I lived in a state of uninterrupted deep peace and bliss. After that, it diminished somewhat in intensity, or perhaps it just seemed to because it became my natural state. I could still function in the world, although I realized that nothing I ever did could possibly add anything to what I already had.

    I knew, of course, that something profoundly significant had happened to me, but I didn’t understand it at all. It wasn’t until several years later, after I had read spiritual texts and spent time with spiritual teachers, that I realized that what everybody was looking for had already happened to me. I understood that the intense pressure of suffering that night must have forced my consciousness to withdraw from its identification with the unhappy and deeply fearful self, which is ultimately a fiction of the mind. This withdrawal must have been so complete that this false, suffering self immediately collapsed, just as if a plug had been pulled out of an inflatable toy. What was left then was my true nature as the ever-present I am: consciousness in its pure state prior to identification with form. Later I also learned to go into that inner timeless and deathless realm that I had originally perceived as a void and remain fully conscious. I dwelt in states of such indescribable bliss and sacredness that even the original experience I just described pales in comparison. A time came when, for a while, I was left with nothing on the physical plane. I had no relationships, no job, no home, no socially defined identity. I spent almost two years sitting on park benches in a state of the most intense joy.” – Eckhart Tolle

  • delendaestziobot

    As this is a “Place for Truth”, I will write that someone who knows the work of Miguel Serrano very well, asked me if I could forgive Serrano for some of the things he has done, this was in relation to when Serrano bowed to the Queen of England and shook her hand while smiling like a political sycophant.

    The emotions of compassion and forgiveness are Ehrean traits. And these are emotions we can experience now because we are coming to the End.

    “For the end of the gods
    Is now approaching
    So I throw the torch at
    Walhalla’s proud fortress” – Brunhilde (the Horse)

  • Al76

    Anyone heading along the path of Miles Mathis, Fomenko or something similar (all is fake) is simply heading down another controlled path of a new “alternative”. Just look at any political, spiritual, philisophical etc video on youtube and head to the comments. There you will find all types of ”Alternative” thinking Ziobots dribbling about this and that being fake, “everyone is a secret tranny”, everyone’s a ”covert jew”, “certain Countries dont exist”, “wars dont exist” we dont exist…whatever you like, its all there. It is designed to further confuse and direct those that have grown tired of the typical route, to take another….still, to their own demise.
    The plan is that no one has a clear vision of anything anymore, no decisive actions or answers. You are there yourself Karl, you don’t know why, you just feel this to be true, because you have grown bored, tired of the same old route. Because you, like many others have tapped into something that was designed to cause harm. You may feel you have control over this, but that is exactly the illusion created by such a path. Everyone on this path feels like a “trailblazer”, but it’s the same as anything, many are trying to discover, expose, or create something new and different to stay relevant to whoever (even to oneself?) but in the end all that was needed was to stay true to the basic truth. An Internal one. Why all the focus on outer fakery, ithe fakery one creates on the outer is a reflection of the fakery within. It is an internal struggle you are having, same with Hosner. When one lies to himself he suspects all others to also be lying.

  • delendaestziobot


    This is my poem that you refer to as being unworthy of Kristof’s book. Kristof asked me to contribute a poem and I did. In fact I was an one of the most essential inspirations of the thoughts of Kristof’s two books. The foreword and epilogue for Nazi-Disillusion were written by me, for example. Kristof consulted me in the writing of his books, and I contributed much to their formation. It is sad that you cannot see this, but it is there in black and white.

    The Last Court by Karl Young

    “Little Deadman’s jig
    In the quiet grove
    Weeds and vines entangled grow
    To them we play our silent gig.

    We are the old Thinge of the Wald,
    On mountain tops and valley holes,
    Der Bruder Schweigen
    Unseen and untold.

    Des Toten Gesicht
    Und sind Gerict;
    Stein, Seil, Gras und Gruner Baum,
    We are the Silent Court of old.”

  • Michael Luna


    There is no need to apologize, although I appreciate the gesture and more importantly what you are “intending to say”, which is more significant than the words or snapshots of ourselves than we have the energy to bring forth. It is painful to lose and still communicate… !

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