Rhine River, Germany, 2018.
From Third Reich Pilgrim Part I
“The Ferry Man feels as if he is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, like Atlas himself. He is the ‘Cross’, he wrestles with the serpent to tame the wild winding river, he stands at the crossroads where history began. But you were lied to, but not by he, no, the old Ferry Man does not lie; when you make the sign of the Cross you must think of the Ferry Man of the Rhine, take the weight off his shoulders, take up thy barge-pole like a straight staff to conquer the winding and crooked serpent and you will see that you are the Ferry Man, the great Labour of his has been your labour and you have been carrying the enemy on your back!.”
The Geomantic curses were placed on the Rhine back in 2011… The aim is to destroy the River Crossing Guild, to do this the foundational Rivers of Germany must be destroyed first.
A Photograph of a Searchlight in Berlin to Defend Against Air Attacks, circa 1940. (Photo by Fotosearch/Getty Images)
Heavy anti-aircraft gun ready for action
History / World War Two / Aerial Warfare
– Heavy anti-aircraft gun of the German
air defence ready for action. –
From: journal ‘Signal’, French edition,
vol. 1, no. 17, 1940, p. 17.
A searchlight is a spotlight, used in the Theater of War just like it is used in stage shows, fairs, and festivals. The corporations who made the searchlights and spotlights are identical. So the same technology was used in the night time war theatrical scenes that was, and is still used today, in entertainment industries: Movie premiers, advertising, opera, stage shows, etc… Art festivals and lightshows are more popular than ever, and one can also think of night clubs, music concerts and raves. The “Tribute of Light” now represents the World Trade Center in New York. This ceremonial use of spotlights has its popularization with the “Lichtdom”, or Cathedral of Light used in Third Reich Parties or Nuremberg Festivals, which have a long German tradition. The technology used in spotlights is the same technology that is used in movie and cinema projectors. War is another form of cinema, it can be seen as comedy or tragedy, but it is not real, or it is real only in the way a movie is real or a stage show is real. It is often stated by the media and in literature in relation to war: “it is not a movie, you know. It’s real”… This is just a deliberate and brazen attempt to fool the viewing public into believing that war is real… But the truth is, that war is just a movie, and everything related to war, like politics, is just a movie also. It’s merely stagecraft and the stagecraft is what is real.
I stood alone, in the fading afternoon light, contemplating the great home of the Prussian dramaturgy – that most significant contributor in the morphology of fanciful stories and stagecraft of ‘universal history’. The imaginations of set-designers and opera composers had transmogrified their festive costumed clowns into great tyrannous Gods of Historicism! I was beginning to wonder how much my puny individual brain could take before it overloaded and broke down completely. How could I change my thoughts, change my ideas, become new. Be a Neo-Nazi! As I am, changing everything there is in the world with my revolutionary thoughts, through magic gateways of the werewolfen Reich. I am the REICH! New Reich Awaken!
The wall of the Neue Wache was a pale screen onto which I projected my thoughts, under the darkening boughs of forlornly shaped trees, my thoughts plunged deep into the ages of man, through labyrinthine constructions and dimensions of overwhelming complexity, a single thread tied me to another realm and another ‘I’ beyond this existence, I clung to it, like a dangling mountaineer on a precipice, staring down into a frightful blackened abyss below with only my own consciousness for a torch light. I had the strange feeling that no man had ventured this far into the Labyrinth and lived… Do I climb back up the rope, or do I keep going down, down into ageless, incomprehensible fathoms, untrodden by all who had come before me? I wanted to cast my crown of futility into the endless void and detach myself from the trifling shreds of decaying narratives that plastered the props and sets of this staged burlesque called ‘Life’; the humans were Life Actors, acting in a Theatre of Life, connected via some monolithic integrated circuitry – each human is now a small chip, equipped with a quartz receiver and a fused silica photomask – little code-carriers of Werner von Siemens’ technologies. The electronic locomotive train itself was a product of Werner von Siemens and his Berlin Corporation. The ancestral home of the Siemens family is Goslar…
I used to believe that the Nuremberg Trials were real! I did not know that it was just a hoax, and a movie with B grade actors from Moscow… Look at Alfred Rosenberg here, looking like he is having an afternoon nap! Looks like he is even smiling for the camera, which he should because it is a faint knowing smile for those in on the joke… And now I am in on the joke! LOL… Nice one German, nice one, cant’ beat that German sense of humour… Rosenberg…LOL…Looks like a serene little Buddha… When a man is hung, and recently someone I know hung himself with bike chain and the result is ugly. I mean when a man is hung there is a reason why the executioner would put a hood over the head. When a man is hung to death, especially with the method used in the Nuremberg Movies, a man’s head almost explodes! The blood capillaries burst, the face becomes horribly contorted and grossly swollen to such a degree that it becomes unrecognizable, which is one of the reasons why, men were hung in the first place by the neck, because not only is it very painful but it is horribly disfiguring for the corpse. But old actor Rosenberg, from the colonial outposts of Germany, from backwater hicksville towns like Tallinn, Riga, and Moscow, I mean that is funny in itself, Rosenberg arrives in Germany from Moscow at the height of WWI…. Yea, right, he should have been apprehended and hung as soon as he crossed the border into Germany! Rosenberg would never have even been allowed entry into Germany, if Germany was in anyway serious about its his-stories, but it is not serious, it is joking and we can all laugh along now. How wonderful to be in on this little joke too, but, I would have preferred it IF SOMEONE HAD OF FUCKING TOLD ME FUCKING EARLIER!!!!!! Just kidding, I am not angry, I am just writing that as a bit of hyperbole for literary effect… Just like old Actor Rosenberg did….Literary effects…But did he even write anything, I mean his writing is not very good for starters… But he was just a hick from dumbsville nowhereland, not like he was from the Prussian Aristocracy or educated in a great University in Germany or something… A “Russian educated emigrant”! LOL…. Oh, too funny….The poor guy could hardly speak German, what’s he going to do, get a real job or something….It’s funny… But is it funny? Is it or isn’t it? Time for old actor Rosenberg to take a little nap, he is very tired after a long day acting, good night little old Rosenberg, sweet dreams… I could go on and on about how fake Rosenberg is…. But I have things to do, like real work…