Category Archives: Ehrean Race

Ehrean Geist Ig Nazi music label?

https://www.discogs.com/ Ehrean-Geist-Ig-Nazi/release/ 12029506

https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=HUYJbvV4Ilc&bpctr=1530049757

This was just released, so I have been just informed. But I know nothing about it. With song titles like “Magic Gateways of the Werewolfen”, “Ehrean Geist”, “Ig-Nazi”, “20/88”, the musicians and producers must be familiar with my writings with Hermitage Helm and Siddharreich.

So, just saying, that this label is not me, even though it uses my terminology, which is strange, because usually there would be some sort of contact made with something so obvious… But, anyway, that is how it is, as far as I know, it is anonymous…. But sounds quite good for a demo recording, and I quite like it…

Ehrean Geist

20/88

Zum TotenReich


NAZI DIS-ILLUSION

https://www.amazon.com/Nazi-Dis-Illusion-Poems-Man-Come/dp/1984199226/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1525565218&sr=1-1

New book from Kristof von Kanwetzburg – NAZI DIS-ILLUSION

The title is apt, I mean, it is Total Disillusionment – the beginning of wisdom is Disillusionment… I would say that if one wants to come to a State of Dis-Illusionment then one should become a Nazi, no quicker way to become disillusioned with Life and the World…. No quicker way to become disillusioned with National and Socialism than to become a Nazi….The World of Illusions does not fear National Socialists, the World of Illusions fears “Nazis”.. An even more potent acid-bath of a word is the neologism – “Neo-Nazi”. But that has now transformed into a, kind of, “Neo-Gnostic Nazi”, a new Gnostic Fascism where possession is meaningless and only dispossession has any meaning. We are completely and utterly dispossessed and proud of it! In this new Light, the Old Reich Testament of the Holy Land of Germania appears, well, like an Old Testament, worldly, materialistic, biological, like an attempt to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, or sculpt a pleasing appearance from a heap of dung! One could see Esoteric Hitlerism as being that intermediary stage in this epistemology – The Acts of Mythopoeia. Reminds me of how Saint Degrelle wrote that Hitler was “Born at Versailles”, born in those Halls of Mirrors, the Son of the Customs Official, the Zollverein Creation of duties and tariffs for border crossings. So the re-unification of the Reich is a reversal of the customs tariffs and the dissolution of the Zollverein. A dissolution of the great Prussian Customs Union… For notes on this one must look to the Opera House, or the Office for War Theater. This is NAZI- Dis-illusion…

Excerpt:

Adept –  “What are the primary differences between Jew and Gentile?”

Master –  “There are none.”

Adept –  “None, my lord?”

Master –  “That’s right. None. For you see, both are slaves, both breed deception and ignorance. Hence they are two complimentary sides of the same coin; where one side reads ‘Parasite’, the other reads ‘Host’; one side is spelled T-R-A-D-E-R, and the other is spelled T-R-A-I-T-O-R. Is there really a difference, my young apprentice? Just look around you in this poor excuse for a world. If it wasn’t for the gentile, there’d be no Jew. Likewise, if there was no such thing as gullibility, there would be no lies. And if there were no such things as greed and vanity, there would be no materialism. The gentile is a creature that loves – nay, craves! – to be lied to; actually , he lives to consume lies. He is not ‘dead in Christ’ as the hypocritical preachers say, but ‘dead in the Jews money’ as a wrongfully accused son of man once said….And so, the ‘magical Jew’ is there – or rather, was created – to provide, to buy and sell, the fetish of lies and consumerism (illusionary realities) of every kind to the gullible gentile, the believer and consumer of lies, the stupid white man par excellence….”


A New Year with a New Mission

“The combat of Heroes is not intended for the collective salvation of the Sudras, nor for the White Traitors, nor even the totality of imprisoned or sleeping Viras. Only those will be saved who fight unto Magic Death, making themselves worthy of triumph. The archetypal numbers, Orphic numbers, are already on the point of fulfillment. And the Einherier will come to rescue those few on the edge, at the limits of time, with the Wildes Heer and the Ultimate Battalion of the Wotan-Kalki. That sacred Number is enough for the transfiguration of Gerda, the redemption of Saturn-Kronos and their triumph over the strategic plans of the enemy. The Satanic Demiurge will be left with the dregs of the worlds, with a heap of machines destined for a cosmic garbage dump…… There are two shackles with which the Satanic Demiurge has bound the prisoner and from which the Vira must break free, to be free: sex, a suitable means for the reproduction of Demiurge food, and rational thought, as the illusory tool of the representations of his will to power, a mere reflection in the ‘brain’ of his Mechanical Universe, also illusory, and where men are allowed to contemplate the Satanic Demiurge, praise him and even identify himself with men who are made in his image and likeness. The agent of the first shackle are sexual organs, appearing late in the archetype form of earthly man. The second agent is the cerebral cortex, emerging with the sinking of the archaic brain, synchronistically with the disappearance of Hyperborea. Both of these shakles must be broken, overcome, reintegrated, because Love does not need sexual organs, nor do we reach the knowledge of oneself through reason, or rational thought. The Ego, as we have seen, is a result of the shock produced when the Divya mixes his blood on ‘falling in love with the daughters of men’ when the Great Aesir (the Great Ancestor) is crucified. And Individuation is the hypothetical result of his Transmutation and Resurrection.”   – MANU: For The Man To Come


Joris-Karl Huysmans on Women

One of the best discourses on the women I have ever read is by Joris-Karl Huysmans in the book “Against Nature”. Here is someone who understands women very well. As I recently discussed with Torch Bearer Gregory, women are mere inert, amoral, indifferent, receptacles for the male spark of the Geist, and they are entirely gender fluid and malleable (male-able). Women are sequential hermaphrodites, they contain both male and female characteristics and can become either as we are now seeing more and more. With such the “illusion” of women is fast disappearing, and we are more able to see how there is no such thing as a woman…A woman is merely a soul that has been plasmically shaped into a form (usually ugly), the woman itself has no soul. A woman is a prostitute, but the way in which the woman conducts her prostitution has changed, and she is now more deceptive then she ever was before, and is still changing, but a woman is nothing other than a prostitute for all time, and usually an ugly one at that, the Demiuge always uses beauty with an extreme economy. A woman who practices openly as a prostitute is simply more true to her nature than one who is clandestine about her prostitution, all women are by nature – prostitutes, thereby representing an economic bargain which one enters into. Any man who disagrees with this is ignorant when it comes to the female of this human species. Also of note is the relationship between women and alcohol and tobacco… There is no doubt that women are the prime advertisement of these drugs. Other than procreation of human folly and advertising, women serve no other function. Women have progressed from licenced and open prostitution to off-licence or un-licensed prostitution, but their drugs of choice in illusionary persuasion are still the same, wherever you find women practicing their arts you will find drugs too, mostly alcohol. Women have learnt how to tailor and cater their illusions progressively, but the illusions are needed to cover for an inferior product of femininity, which is nothing more than a cheap trick reminiscent of a bill-of-goods sold by the Demiurge. The pimp of these women, has progressed also, once it was more individualized, but then, from the 19th Century onwards, it became nationalized, so the State Government became the Pimp, pimping out women and extorting money out of the unwary men who unfortunately fell into their traps of children or marriage. In exchange for the Pimp role played by national Governments the Government got the lion’s share of the alcohol tab (replacing the Madame of the House). The National Government is a Madame of a Whore house!!!! What is Nationalism then? LOL….

“He remembered having glimpsed, through half-open doors and windows inadequately screened by curtains or panes of coloured glass, women who walked with dragging gait and out-thrust head, the way geese do; others who lounged around on benches, roughening their elbows on the marble table-tops as they brooded, head in hands, humming softly; yet others who were wriggling about in front of mirrors, patting with their fingertips at their hair-pieces spruced up by coiffeur; and then there were still others who were extracting, from purses with broken catches, handfuls of coins and small change which they stacked methodically into small piles. Most of these women had coarse features, husky voices, flabby jowls and painted eyes, and every one of them, like automata who were all being wound up at the same time by the same key, proffered the same invitations in the same tone of voice and, smiling in the same way, uttered the same bizarre remarks, the same outlandish reflections.

Now that he was able to conjure up, in memory, a bird’s-eye view of that mass of bars and streets, Des Esseintes found that association of ideas were forming in his mind and that he was reaching a conclusion. He understood the significance of those cafes which reflected the mood of an entire generation, and from them he deduced the synthesis of that period. And Indeed the symptoms were clear and unmistakable; the brothels were disappearing, and as soon as one of them closed, a low-class bar would open. This diminution of licenced prostitution in favour of secret love affairs was obviously a consequence of the incomprehensible illusions of men in matters relating to carnal love. Monstrous though the idea might appear, the low-class bar satisfied an ideal.Although the utilitarian tendencies passed on by heredity, and fostered by the precocious disrespect and unremitting brutalities of the schools, had made present-day youth singularly ill-mannered as well as singularly matter-of-fact and cold, they had none the less preserved, deep in their hearts, a romantic blossom from earlier times, an ancient ideal of musty, vague attachment. But nowadays, when tormented by their physical urges, the young could not bring themselves to go in, enjoy, pay, and leave; they saw this as a kind of beastiality, like the rutting of a dog who without preamble covers a bitch; besides, vanity fled those brothels unsatisfied, finding in them no semblance of resistance, nor pretense of victory, nor hoped-for preference, nor even any liberality on the part of the vendor. The wooing of a barmaid, by contrast, spared every susceptibility of love, every delicacy of sentiment. There were competitors for a barmaid’s favours, and those to whom she consented to grant assignation (in return for generous payment) sincerely imagined they had triumphed over a rival, been granted a great honour, an exceptional favour. However, these girls working in bars were as stupid, as self-seeking, as base, and as self-indulgent as the women who worked in brothels. Like the prostitutes, they drank without being thirsty, laughed without being amused, went into raptures over the caresses of a common labourer, maligned one another, and scrapped with one another without the slightest provocation; in spite of that, the youth of Paris had never yet observed that, as regards beauty of form, skill of technique, and desirable attire, barmaids were chiefly inferior to women cooped up in the luxurious salons of brothels.

‘My God’, thought Des Esseintes, ‘what fools these fellows are who hang around bars!’

Quite apart from their idiotic illusions, they even manage to forget the risks associated with damaged or dubious merchandise, to no longer take into account the money spent on a lot of drinks the landlady charges for in advance, or the time wasted in waiting for goods whose delivery is deferred so as to enhance their value, or the endless shilly-shallying used to prompt and to promote the sport of tipping!

This inane sentimentalism, combined with fierce practicality, epitomized the dominant thinking of the century; those same individuals who would have blinded their neighbour for the sake of ten sous lost all rationality, all their shrewdness when confronted by those shifty tavern girls who harassed them without mercy and extorted money from them without remission. Business enterprises laboured and families swindled one another in the name of commerce, so that their money could be filched by their sons; they in turn let themselves be cheated by these women who, in the final analysis, were robbed of everything by their fancy men. Throughout the whole of Paris, from east to west, from north to south, there existed an uninterrupted sequence of frauds, a pile-up of organized thefts each of which occasioned the next; and all this because, instead of customers being satisfied on the spot, they were persuaded to exercise their patience, they were kept waiting. Essentially, the sum total of human wisdom consisted in dragging things out, in saying ‘no’ then, eventually ‘yes’ for the most effective way of controlling the younger generation was by putting them off.

‘Ah, if only that was true of one’s stomach’, sighed Des Esseintes, racked by a cramp which brought his straying thoughts sharply back to Fontenay.”


Paracelsus In Excelsis

Paracelsus In Excelsus,

By Ezra Pound

 

Being no longer human, why should I

Pretend humanity or don the frail attire?

Men have I known and men, but never one

Was grown so free an essence, or become

So simply element as what I am.

The mist goes from the mirror and I see.

Behold! The world of forms is swept beneath –

Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,

And we that are grown formless, rise above –

Fluids intangible that have been men,

We seem as statues round whose high-risen base

Some overflowing river is run mad,

In us alone the element of calm.


We Are the Dispossessed

We Are the Dispossessed, By Kamerad Kristof

We are the Dispossessed,
We are the Dispossessed –
the hated native sons cut off,
the Poltergeist SS;
We are the Dispossessed,
We are the Dispossessed –
the Loyal Sentries of the Blood,
the Faithful Fallen of the Reich,
now ghosts, Our names are spat upon,
Our legacies are mud;
We are the Dispossessed,
We are the Dispossessed –
the last remaining Torch Lights
in this sunken Age of Lead;
We have no land, We have no Folk,
We have no clan, We have no friend,
no-where on earth remains for us
to even lay Our Dead.

Reflections of Disintegration

Staged composite photo of a Panzer IV in Nyiregyhaza, 1944, Hungary,  and now… Problem is that they got the photo collage wrong, they mismatched the pieces when they were putting the photo together…. Ooooops…Reflections of Disintegration.