Walhall Issue 2
A translation of Siegfried Kummer's magazine
In the Shadow of the Mountains
(from the work: The Heights Belong to Us)
by W. Rasche
Behold! How the beauty of the mountains seizes and delights us completely!
How wonderfully a rustling wreath of firs refreshes the heart!
Behold! How the pure sunlight awakens within us, full of bliss,
In the snow-crystal face, eternity is mirrored!
O, eternal forming
Through divine powers!
To the German Woman
God-created being with sun-gold in your hair
And soul-beautiful eyes like stars!
Pure was your blood always and forever
From the light-source of sacred distances!
There in hair full of magical power,
Like a golden, radiant beam of light,
Was born the pride of knighthood!
Was the sunshine of those times!
The lofty royal priesthood
Protected the blonde race of the Æsir
In divine purity and in nobility,
Which loved truth and simple justice!
The divine law must rise anew
In the hearts of German women,
Lest Germany’s future perish
In all our lands!
Then the Saviour’s commandment shall be fulfilled
In us as a new dawn!
Then the world, through the German essence,
Shall heal in the happiness of peace! —
Germanic Doctrine of Faith
(Continuation)
by S.A.K.
The entire idea of Creation was first given by Allfather to our primeval fathers, the first Aryan God-Sun-Sons, through the sacred cosmic runes, which then brought tidings of it to the other peoples of the Earth. Asenhaupt carved out of the circle — the symbol of the universe — the wisdom, the world-wisdom of the runes.
The center of the circle is Allfather’s first movement of will, the eternal focal point from which everything originated, around which everything revolves, and to which everything purified and developed returns again, according to Allfather’s sacred triune primal law. From the eternal point arises the Hag-All rune in the inner circle, the symbol of the most sacred Aryan sons of God, the Christ monogram Arahari = the leader (Fyrfos) who is reborn higher through the triune primal law. Hagal, the great immeasurable cosmic framework and scaffolding of our world-builder Allfather. The world-ash Yggdrasil Hagal is also the key, the canon to all sacred, cosmic, whispering, magical, living, and corporeal runes. (All runes can be physically felt with the body. They establish a closer connection with God-Allfather, with the cosmic forces, the forces of nature, the higher streams, waves, beings and powers. More details on this can be found in my works Heilige Runenmacht and Runen-Magie.)
Hagal encompasses the cosmic hexagon, the cube standing on its edge.
The middle circle contains the high, Aryan-Germanic initiate’s priestly seal — the six-pointed star, also called the hexagram, which is also concealed in the focal point of the Hagal rune. It whispers of conscious, racially pure procreation of spirit and body, of higher evolution that leads to divine sonship. This circle is also encompassed by the cosmic Tryfus = Three-Foot, the symbol of the Trinity: Wotan, Willi and Weh — the High One, the Equally High One, the Third? — Urda, Verdandi and Skuld — Past, Present and Future — Becoming, Being, Passing away into new Becoming.
The outer circle contains the Rune Futhark, the runic alphabet with the zodiac and numerical values; it also encompasses the development of man up to rebirth through Allfather from the Primal Source. (The whispering runes are not human creations, but exalted sacred revelations. Allfather placed the holy keys into our inner self, into our Aryan blood, so that we may open the locked doors into the higher realms of spirit and spiritual beings.)
Gibur — Arahari!
Man, be one with God!
The Ario-Germans recognized the true great sons of God on Earth as their supreme ancestors. They called them Æsir, for they felt within themselves Asic blood and knew that they were called to be rulers, leaders, and servants of the rest of humanity. It was their striving to serve the unfathomable Allfather and to teach humanity how He revealed Himself. Allfather revealed Himself to them through sacred symbols, through the stars, through cosmic streams, waves, forces, beings, and powers. Through divine revelation they recognized the sacred pictorial signs of the whispering runes, as well as their immediate connection with the ultimate primal ground of all things, of all existence. They called their divine wisdom Wihinei, that is, inner knowledge. Thus they displayed as sacred symbols the holy Tryfus (three-footed symbol), the triangle or the cross, the five-pointed or six-pointed star, the holy seven or the exalted holy eight, and taught the faithful to understand their profound wisdom and to bow before it in reverence. Even Jesus Christ, one of the last Aryan sons of God, taught humanity the lost Germanic wisdom once more. He spoke an Aryan dialect and secretly taught His disciples the lofty Aryan mysteries. He lived before us the one true path to Allfather. His faith was the highest divine magic that can move mountains and shatter worlds, for He and the Father were one.
At Mimir’s Spring
by Dr. Käubler, Leipzig.
Mimir’s Spring is, according to the Edda, the Spring of Life, just like the healing well at the roots of the World Ash, the Well of Urd (Urda, Wurd — that which has become, eternal destiny). At Mimir’s rushing spring blows a pure, refreshing air which, like the water of the holy spring, rejuvenates all existence and brings it to ever new bloom. Whoever drinks from Mimir’s Spring strides from victory to victory and recognizes all secrets. His spirit is strengthened so that he understands the language of all beings, even the language of the birds in the branches. Whoever drinks from Mimir’s Spring understands the whispering runes and acts in the sense of the holy signs. Whoever drinks from Mimir’s Spring becomes like the young spirit-eagle that rises above the lowlands of existence — a pious child of Nature. He becomes wise like the Norn. He sees the Tree of Fate growing. He stands at the springs of Life; he himself becomes like this spring — another Odin, an Othar (ᚮᚿ), a spirit-eagle that nests in Valhalla. And this spirit-eagle also recognizes the lie, the deception, the delusion that lies before the mountains of Valhalla. He has overcome the dragon of lies, bathed in the dragon’s blood, and will sink the golden treasure — the sinister dragon’s legacy — where it will never rise again.
Mimir, in runes ᛉIᛉᛣ, is to be read m.i.m.yr, man. in. man.yr — “Man in Man erring,” “Human in Human erring.” The Greek word Mime ᛉIᛉ = actor has its origin in the ancient Germanic folk saga, in the old Germanic folk secret, in the old Germanic folk sanctuary: Mimir’s Spring. Mimir himself is the greatest actor. He is change, rebirth and transformation. Like a serpent the immortal spirit — that which remains constant in the midst of change — glides into other forms and shapes. Mimir carries within himself the seed of the future, and the seed of the future again carries a new seed of the future, and so on. When the rings of Being seem fulfilled, ever new and more wonderful rings rise up, each more beautiful and mighty than the last. And these rings fill the space of Valhalla from infinity to infinity.
Who created this splendor? Life itself — Mimir, the Spirit, the Od, in wonderful harmony with the primal matter. This primal matter only truly lives through the Spirit. In the name Mimir we clearly recognize what the Germans understood by “erring.” There are many kinds of erring: there is delusion, error, false doctrine — but Mimir’s erring is the eternal becoming and passing away. It is Fate itself. Mimir is the primal ground of all becoming and at the same time its goal. Mimir is the essence and content of all the past, the essence and content of the farthest future. In Mimir the high goals of humanity live. Mimir must die like Wodan, but he only appears to die. It is not true that he really dies, for the spirit is free — free even if man were born in chains. Not free for wickedness, oppression, lies, fraud, betrayal, but free for unheard-of deeds of the spirit, free for the highest humanity, free for unheard-of and unimagined perfection.
From his own standpoint and from the standpoint of the nurturing All, of the World-Conscience, Mimir is immortal like Od. Even seemingly lifeless primal matter lives. Only blinded humanity simply does not see it.
Even in the ashes, in the air, in the elements, lie the seeds of immortality. The mummy of time awakens to new life in infinity. The young eagle, once its wings can carry it, rises to mighty flights. There is no end to development in sight, just as we shall never fathom the beginning. But we shall fathom the beginning when we stand before perfection.
Another saga is intimately interwoven with that of Mimir: the saga of Iring. Iring (in the Edda Rigr, Ring) means ᛣIᚾX yr.i.n.g — “erring. inner. divine. distress.” The erring, inner, divine necessity. Just as with Mimir, this is the soul, the seed, the love, the spiritual power of procreation. Not the common, animal force that animal-men and idol-worshippers slavishly revere, but the noble soul. Not dogma, but immortal Nature. Not the rigid system, but living Nature. Not chattering lips, but living deed. Not the lie in the heart and comfort on the lips, but mighty conviction. Not outlived, senile unculture, but victory in hand.
We have the sacred duty to uphold the conviction of our fathers (who were greater than we are). We must rediscover the morality of humanity in which our fathers lived. The erring Iring is not dogmatic false doctrine. The erring Iring is the spirit that returns to itself, the spirit of the All-Conscience. The inheritance that our fathers left us and which we shall leave to posterity is our body, and within our body, the spirit. Who will ultimately triumph if not the spirit? Perhaps cunning, witty cleverness, delusion, or stupidity?
What our fathers understood by “erring” we see clearly in the rune yr itself (ᛦ). Yr, the Erring One, means in the Edda not only error (man standing on his head), but also the yew-bow with arrow (ᛦ). This bow and arrow, however, is not raw force alone, but war in general — the warrior spirit in man. The sign says: Eternal war, war of all against all, is madness, false erring. But the fitness for war, the emergency right of the body, the self-defense of the spirit — that is right erring.
When we read the runes, we must read them with understanding, for nothing is worse than misunderstanding, forced belief, and parroting. Rote learning has no purpose. In the school of life, conviction rules. It is stronger than all force. Not the one who errs aimlessly reaches Valhalla, but the one who works with purpose, who fights bodily and spiritually. To him belongs the future.
Valhalla in runes does not mean the hall of the chosen alone, but: ᚢᛆᛚᚼᛆᛚ u.al.ha.al — Ur.all = the nurturing All. There is a rhyme in this saying. Here appears the Ur, the primal matter (ᚢ), and ᚼ, the sign of the World-Conscience. Valhalla is therefore nothing other than the universe as it truly is, not as it appears. It is the World-All in the sense of natural knowledge, in the sense of the whispering runes.
Every other paradise — that of the Mohammedan, the Nirvana of the Indians — is pious delusion, false erring. Those who believe in such a paradise are not children of Mimir and Iring, not sons of clarity, but spirits of error and false prophets. They do not serve the high goal of humanity — the humanity that holds the All, the One, in its wings — but rather the animal, human-dignity-destroying error, the blindness, the lie. They are idol-worshippers who have never drunk with devotion from Mimir’s Spring.
Tyrs and Thors Lineage
ᛣ Erring. Error. The Erring One (yew-bow). Man standing on his head. The development toward higher being.
ᛏᛣ Th Tyr. God of War (Ziu, Tuisco). The animal erring, the camouflaged erring, instinct as victorious power.
ᛏᛣ The Animal. Camouflaged erring (instinct). Hidden erring.
ᛏᛣ The Door. The door is the narrow gate through which we enter life. The gate is spiritual conviction.
ᚦ (ᚦᚮᚱ) Thorn or Right – Procreative Spiritual Right. Thor, Donar. The spirit with the flashing hammer.
ᚦ (ᚦᚮᚱ) Procreative Spiritual Right. The broad gate of spiritual development.
ᚦ (ᚦᚮᚱᚾ) Thorn. d.o.r.n – Thorn of Od, Right of Necessity. The right of spiritual rebirth is the right of self-defense. Here one can see how our “orthography” (spelling) turns all truth on its head.
Widukind – Germany’s Image of Honor
A Review of the Ages by Alwins Melchior
The honor of a German hero still cries out for justice:
Widukind, the Duke of the Saxons, is still branded a criminal of ancient duty!
For the honor of the old gods, for his people, home and house,
he fought many a bloody battle against Charles the Saxon-slayer.
He died a hero, as he had lived a hero;
proudly he departed this world for the faith of his fathers!
An old holy legend still survives from that time:
In the ancient ramparts of the Deister he lives, consecrated to eternal service!
There in the basin of that baptismal font
(an old “baptismal font,” known to me in Barsinghausen as the “Devil’s Baptismal Font,” otherwise called the “Old Baptism,” whose basin is dry. The stone stands near the “Deisterburg” at Barsinghausen)
his blood still stands to this day,
and it will not dry until his highest good —
the honor of his precious name — becomes pure and clear again,
until he finally receives the merit that was once his:
He never became a Christian, as we have always been taught,
but Charles had him murdered when the hero proudly declared:
“Rather would I hunt with Wode through the skies at night
than spend even a single hour in the splendor of a church.”
Bloody mockery of heroic honor! The Frankish hatred prevailed.
Baptism only — the “Old Baptism” knows whose blood still fills it today!
High resolve awakens the dead, and it has also awakened Widukind,
and the cousin’s curse revealed that deed which night had covered.
Widukind went to Wode, as he proclaimed before death —
before the high hall of loyalty he awaits his command to act!
The turning of fate will bring him justice, will bring him honor and being.
Widukind! Heroic honor is pure for Germans once again!
It is folly to doubt Wode, as Germans once did!
When his rose was banished by Christians, then the church tower bore the rooster!
“Hann,” the high World-Judge, is yet the highest being of the world,
and his “Deed-Cross” the Goth chose for himself in the turning!
Honor is the essence of the Wheel of Deed! (Hitler)
Eternal ascent into the Light!
When the Ruler of the Worlds turns it, then His world-judgment begins!
Be Yourself!
by Friedrich von Widersperg
Excerpt.
Be yourself and raise your descendants in the new völkisch spirit!
The task of völkisch educational work is to form and shape the character and will of the German person — whether it concerns the original formation of the young or the later reshaping of adults — through practical work in a firmly established community.
This education shall take place in the one being educated through the experience of the community. The goal of youth education is the development of the physical and mental abilities of the young folk, with the sole purpose of increasing their achievements for our people, so that every individual fulfills his duty of performance within and toward the community to the best of his ability!
The foundation of all education shall be the constant working and building for the future. Knowledge and information shall only be means to an end, in order to allow the creative power of youth to emerge more strongly and surely. Youth education must not rob youth of its joyfulness, but on the contrary must enhance these valuable qualities even further.
The means and roots of völkisch educational work and of education in general are: the history of our people, racial and blood consciousness, the recognition of the eternal basic values “Soil and Labor,” the faith in our people and its future, the sense of community and the feeling of belonging together of all folk comrades.
It is the sacred task of educators to make the growing youth above all familiar with German history and its heroes. No teaching of dry theories on one side, no rote memorization on the other, but on both sides a living experience of history! Here the heart and the soul play a greater role than the head!
German history in particular, as a wonderland of everything heroic, is an outstanding teacher of heroism, of unconquerable strength that knows neither inhibitions nor obstacles, of vigilance and readiness, of struggle, endurance and victory!
Through German history you anchor the young generation in the feeling and thinking of the ancestors, who with their blood fought for living space for their descendants. Through German history you make the youth strong, give them self-confidence and self-belief, self-affirmation, and thereby ability, will and freedom.
Only he who trusts himself with much will command great powers. Everything is possible; one only needs to will it and be ready for battle. Only the will creates reality, only the will to action frees from ill humor and grants far-sightedness, only the firm will makes free.
The realization of an idea depends only on the unwavering faith in victory. We must win because we want to win and because we believe in victory.
Parental home and school must be places of education for the youth to become proper doers. Keep all un-thoughts away from the youth — such as misfortune, unbelief, insecurity, pessimism, negation, etc. — for these destructive thoughts are carriers of failure.
To this education of youth in the spirit of the age — to capable professional people, work-loving and industrious folk comrades — is added: an education toward fulfillment of duty and willingness to sacrifice, toward the correct spiritual attitude, and toward true national community.
Whoever feels and thinks rightly will never be able to act badly!
Through training of the intellect: to knowledge, self-confidence, security, affirmation and success; through training of the body: to heroism, strength, will, discipline, vigilance and readiness; through training of the heart: to warmth, love of mankind, sense of community and willingness to sacrifice;
through training of the soul: to idealism, purity of conviction, sincerity of character, honor and freedom.
These facts shape the human being, cast the value of personality, lead to right thinking and willing, determine the spirit that stands behind his works, and are his helpers toward successful conduct of life.
(see book review)
Our Daily Bread!
by W. Rasche
In the bliss-drunk spring of my life (1865–1883) you were truly still a heavenly revelation, shining into our souls at the sight of your precious body and ethereal fragrance, when Mother in the Westphalian parental home (brewery and farm) placed you on the simply set table. Only genuine Westphalian black bread and farmer’s stuten (half rye, half wheat) was always our strength-giving, building nourishment; only on Sundays was there a currant stuten, spiced with fragrant herbs and egg yolk.
As a secret within your body you carried in purity God’s creative power and wisdom. Today you walk a heavy path of suffering as giver for God’s children, ever since the spirit of materialism has richly equipped your once-blessed body — already present in the grain — with many foreign substances (chemical poisons) at your stage of development in an unhygienic manner and has taken from you your full value as human nourishment. (The book by Curt Lenzner, Gift in der Nahrung [Poison in Food], gives the dear reader closer clarification.)
Since that time cultural sickness has increased day by day, when one vividly imagines today’s method of nutrition in the most alarming way. Whoever has looked behind the scenes of the food factories, as Curt Lenzner and I have, feels horror run through his limbs. Whoever sees the hundreds of thousands of children in the cities — indeed even in the countryside — in their wretched physical condition and their mental disintegration, must raise a complaint against the false doctrine of official science in the field of national nutrition.
Once the divine light shone in radiant beauty from children’s eyes, as it did earlier with Germanic clairvoyant women. Today their sickly nature is marked by dark rings under the eyelids! How many people perish early because of wrong nutrition! A rapid decline in world health must one day lead to catastrophe if the legislative bodies do not forcibly put a stop to the dishonorable activities of the food adulterators!
It is to be welcomed with great joy that the German bakers’ trade has at last recognized the inability to bake properly and the damages caused by poisonous flour treated with artificial fertilizer, chemical additives, etc., and has openly expressed this at its latest meeting in Dresden as a danger to public health. The Reich Health Office in Berlin gives further information in the magazine Leid und Leben. One thing I take from this noteworthy report: the bakers’ trade professes the elementary demand for natural quality value and natural purity in flour and bread!
Further clarification is given in the official gazette of the Prussian Ministry for Public Welfare of 15 July 1932 on p. 578 under the title “Traffic with Poisons.” It should also be noted that in recent years the disease of cancer — especially among young women — has spread devastatingly and continues to propagate. Professor Dr. Fischer-Wasels of the University of Frankfurt am Main has discovered much potassium in cancerous tumors; another researcher has found copper, arsenic, mercury and other poisonous substances in gallstones and shrunken livers — substances that entered the body through the consumption of such poisoned products. All these grievances must be recognized in the three linked professions: farmer, miller and baker. Here urgent remedies must be provided in order to eliminate the sin against the body!
Farmer. Consider further that grain — wheat and rye — has largely lost its former good baking quality almost entirely through bastardized products in the plant kingdom and then through artificial fertilizer and the treatment of seed. The Association Internationale Selectioneure des Plantes, which met in Berlin in 1932, openly stated that the preservation of the landraces of our cultivated plants today represents one of the most important tasks of plant breeding, for the majority of varieties are in danger of complete extinction as a result of improvements in agricultural cultivation. Yet these landraces contained truly invaluable and irreplaceable material for further plant breeding. In Germany alone we have reached 92 varieties of wheat. What nonsense!
Every year I observe how garden clubs continue to muddle along with the old grievances and mass breeding through artificial fertilizer. All suggestions from me and other well-meaning people have borne no fruit here either. These circles also complain about bad prices without recognizing the causes of poor price formation.
I am no less inclined to smile when, as an old carter (figuratively speaking), I examine the time-consuming and expensive experiments on the test fields of the agricultural chambers. Truly, for the ambitious farmer such childish one-year experiments are worthless and without persuasive power. Here the new Minister of Agriculture must now urgently intervene with directive measures in order to eliminate all cancerous damages in the field of breeding of grain, wine, fruit, hops, vegetables, etc. Good landraces of grain still exist in mountainous regions, such as in the Sauerland, where “high culture” has not yet advanced so far.
Milling. Wheat and rye contain in a wonderful composition almost all the substances (including vitamins and mineral salts) that man needs for his maintenance and for the vigorous building of his body. The preservation of all valuable substances was guaranteed in the old mills with stone rollers — not in today’s large-scale urban operations, which are equipped only with steel rollers. At the high speed of the steel rollers these become warm; the electrical discharges that form in the process, together with the heat in the rollers, act detrimentally on the spiritual-magical forces of the grain. The grain loses its biological structure and thereby its good baking quality. Finally, through the extremely fine milling of the grain the best nutrients are lost. This can be very easily proven with the pendulum, which never fails in this respect for a good pendulum practitioner. The miller must strive to preserve all nutrients during milling — for the production of whole-grain bread.
Baking. Here, too, the overvaluation of technology has unfortunately borne disastrous flowers that have led to false conclusions. If the bakers had remained with their former baking methods, had kept the stone oven with wood firing, and had processed only wholemeal flour with all its nutrients, the health and strength of the people would be in a better state. It is alarming how many weak children with bad teeth can be observed. The tempo of our restless age has also found its way in here. The baking process must take place quickly. Glowing heat prevails in the iron ovens, puffing away the splendid vitamins and aromatic substances that come from the cosmic spheres, causing the valuable protein and binding fats to coagulate and breaking down the highly important mineral salts. What remains is dead mass without true nutritional value.
Here too the pendulum gives the best information.
Let the spiritual leaders of the German people be united in this: Racial renewal and ennoblement — the high breeding of body, soul and spirit, which in the racial spring leads to universal connectedness — is not possible without flawless, strength-giving, natural nutrition. It is the characteristic of our time that the cultural diseases must be eliminated as quickly as possible with the full force of will of all concerned! It is the moral duty of the farmer, the miller and the baker to eliminate all these grievances individually and quickly in the field of healthy national nutrition. Our daily bread comes from God out of the golden adornment of ears of grain. This entrusted good must be blessed with your love for the benefit of your German brothers and sisters!
Truly! Then you will one day form a proud three-in-hand before the golden wagon of national health, on which robust, soulful children will cheer you — from laughing sun-hearts!
Note: Whoever wishes to learn pendulum research and apply it usefully should study Frank Glahn’s books Radio des Geistes. Magie der Symbole. Der spirituelle Pendel [Radio of the Spirit. Magic of the Symbols. The Spiritual Pendulum]. Glahn’s Pendulum Library – Volume VI.
Germany’s Oldest Works of Art!
In the vicinity of Heidenheim in the Swabian Alb, a cave was uncovered in 1931 that, along with remains of mammoth and rhinoceros, contained ten ivory figures of prehistoric animals. The creator of this oldest art treasure on German soil is believed to have lived in the earlier Stone Age, more than 20,000 years ago. The two illustrated pieces depict a wild horse and a mammoth (with broken-off trunk).
Sun-Sons
by S.A. Kummer
1st Continuation.
Most Holy Seal of the Sun-Sons
(A more detailed explanation of the Seal of the Sun-Sons may not be given. The advanced reader who has penetrated into runic lore and astrology will find a good interpretation through study. The deeper secrets of the seal will be revealed to him entirely according to his level of development.
In the seal lies the entire magical power of the Sun-Sons and the secret of their spiritual leadership, as well as their superhuman powers and abilities.
Every runic magician and initiate into the higher astral planes must have his own special seal, for it is the perfect embodiment of his spiritual power and strength; it is the central gathering point of his strong power of faith and will. Thus every one of our young initiates also has his own special seal, which will be shown in later continuations.
Even all abominable black magicians and sorcerers possess hellish seals and pentacles, which they draw with blood on the parchment of their strangled victims. Every act of bloodshed connected with magical consecrations is a great crime that later takes heavy revenge on the practitioner and often leads to madness. The true Nordic initiates and runic magicians recoil from blood. The whispering blood is the highest treasure of our race; it must never be misused for magical ceremonies.
The Sons of the Sun serve the divine order. For them, blood is the whispering voice of their forefathers and ancestors, the elixir for perfection, the sun-liquor necessary to become a God-Man.)
It had reached the shoulders of Ruloff von Dreyfeld’s form, while Otto Rothenburg’s large, powerful body was washed up to the neck. Artur Erdfried’s blond philosopher’s head already stood with the chin in the water, and in the greatest danger was the one who was not yet able to … felt, however, a strong magnetic force streaming into him from Artur Erdfried. Ruloff began to pray with fervor:
“O, Allfator Fuotan, Odin,
You alone are God the Eternal,
There is none who is like You, Almighty Father.
You are the great Fa, the Unity that reveals itself in the Highest.
We pray in love to You, to Your power, to Your divine breath.
Exalted, just and mighty God, who makes the spirits above and below,
and death itself tremble before You!
We worship You — we — Your Sun-Sons, serve in love Your divine will!”
The strangling pressure on the young initiates diminished, new strength pulsed through them, their aura began to glow brightly, the phantoms had collapsed into themselves and sat lurking and howling in the corners. The downward-pulling pressure under the water was no longer perceptible. Otto Rothenburg was able to hold himself up freely again. Now all four grasped each other with the Tyr-rune grip and formed a tightly closed ring around von Dreyfeld, who began the consecration with a sonorous, magnetic voice:
“You, great almighty Fuotan, Ruler of all forces, spirits, beings and powers, I call upon You, You, Fuotan, Wille and Weh!
O, Allfator, Fuotan, Odin, Tyr, I consecrate my I, my blood, my soul, my entire being, essence and life to You!
O, mighty Fuotan, Father of all worlds, strengthen me through Your holy runic power and might, so that I may be protected, horned, immune and master over all demonic, low, dark, magical forces and forms.
My will is part of Your almighty will. Thus I rule over fire, air, water and earth and speak according to Your primal laws, that it may serve me and become.
Arehisosur!
By the power of Allfator, the great most holy Fuotan, I call upon you, Loki, Lohe, Loge, you, Fire, Urfyr, you dragons and salamanders, serve me with your forces, beings and powers!
By the power of Allfator, the great most holy Fuotan, I call upon you, Air, you light-elves, serve me, support me in my noble striving!
By the power of Allfator, the great most holy Fuotan, I call upon you, Water, you serpents and nixies, serve me in the name of the Fator!
By the power of Allfator, the great most holy Fuotan, I call upon you, Bull — Saturn, Earth, you giants, goblins and dwarves, serve me, so that what I will may become, what Fuotan’s rune has taught me.
Ar — Eh — Is — Os — Ur!”
The other four runers had also ceased their whispering of the mm-m, so that now a great calm and deepest silence reigned.
A mysterious rushing, vibrating and ringing began. As if coming from eternal sources, from the highest spheres. Wonderful fluid, ray and spiral fine-forces in the most colorful colors streamed through the space, which at the same time became populated with the strangest and most fantastic phenomena.
Ruloff von Dreyfeld, who had slowly turned in a circle while speaking the consecration, now took the direction toward the West and laid both hands flat on the water. His companions rhythmically sang the Rune of Ability. He called with compelling, willful consciousness:
“Mighty Spirit of the Water and the Sea, You who are also Lord of the subterranean waters in the crypts and caves of the Earth. You who give man, plants and animals the possibility of life through Your fertilizing, sustaining moisture. You, with Your immensity, Your gigantic strength and power, we Sun-Sons call upon You: free us from the waters that surround us! Spiritually we consecrate to You our blood and tears. In the name of Allfather the High One, the Equally High One and the Third.”
Then the water began to gurgle, foam, bubble; wave-like it crashed over the heads of the five and a rapid falling followed. In a few minutes the room was empty; only a fine rain fell from the ceiling, which acted like a refreshing, strengthening balsam on the heads of the five.
“Great Spirit, we thank You in love that You have found us worthy!”
Alaf sig runa!
Ruloff von Dreyfeld struck the pentagram in the air toward the North with his right flat hand; it glowed phosphorescently in blue, red and yellow.
The young initiates of the ring began softly to whisper the Need-Rune.
Von Dreyfeld began anew in a deep chest tone, taking up the Need-Rune: “Invisible Lord of the Earth, You who also rule its interior, You who create its caves, crypts, gorges and abysses and govern them with Your gnomes, wights and dwarves, Your name that makes the Earth tremble with its vaults and depths, Lord of the metals in the veins of the stone, Prince of the subterranean people and the precious stones, Ruler of the magnetic forces of the Earth, we call upon You in the name of the most holy Father, Fuotan, Wille and Weh!
Lord! Lord! Lord of the Earth, help us out of earthly distress, make us free! Great Master, You who help the strong-willed, stand by us. You guardian of earthly power and treasures, we call upon You!
A lu - tu w at u w a !
Lightning began to flash in the room. All fine-forces and phenomena disappeared. From the distance came an ever-growing rumbling and thundering. The Earth, the rocks trembled. A lightning-like impact, a deafening thunder and roar. Huge boulders crashed rumbling into the depths. It was a terrible, elemental spectacle of Nature in the interior of the Earth. Who can describe it?
Who has tempted the spirits of the Earth?
Artur Erdfried awoke from a deep faint and laboriously raised himself up. His developed I immediately let him recognize his situation. The Earth-Spirit had heard him and his companions and had freed them from the narrow space in a not exactly pleasant way. Erdfried recalled how everything had burst apart, how he had been torn from his companions and hurled away. Then a hard impact — and unconsciousness set in.
Hours must have passed. When he looked around, he realized that he was in a large underground rock cave that radiated a muted, faint, yellow-green light. On the peculiar, jagged rock walls, veins of ore and gold glittered; grotesque rock projections were strewn with shimmering crystals. From the ceiling, which seemed to be very high because it was shrouded in deep darkness, he heard water drops falling. Judging by their echoing reverberation, the cave must be very large and high. What had become of his companions? His inner voice told him that they too were in this cave and needed his help. Therefore he wanted to jump up, but felt a stabbing, drilling pain in his left knee and at the same time saw his lower body buried under stones and rubble. With great effort he freed himself from the pile of stones. His left knee was bleeding and, on closer inspection, he noticed two astral leeches the size of black slugs that had sucked themselves full of his blood until they were about to burst. Then he began to whisper the runes softly and directed his outstretched index finger in the Is-rune grip at these little vampires; they immediately dissolved, turned into clotted blood and fell to the ground. He determined that his knee joint was not damaged, bandaged it with his handkerchief and stood up fully. But to his astonishment he saw how close he had been lying to a deep abyss, and in dizzying depth he saw a rushing stream shooting past. He was therefore on a cave terrace that, a few meters to his right, narrowed so much and merged into the steep rock wall of the abyss that there was no way out on that side. The abyss was approximately 8 meters wide. Opposite, another jagged rock terrace could be seen, in whose background an underground cave passage was visible, glowing as if in the red of dawn. Erdfried felt that only there would an exit from the subterranean world be found. But how to cross the abyss? All this flashed through his mind in seconds.
He had to think again of his companions. Where might they be? Did he not, at that very moment, hear Sigmund Braunert — with whom he was especially connected soulfully — calling to him in great despair? Where might he be?
Erdfried turned on the spot in a circle with rhythmic breathing, stretched his arms horizontally to the sides and held his hands vertically at an angle so that the centers of his palms were directed receptively (Hagal-rune position).
Softly he began to whisper h - h - h and to meditate inwardly and spiritually. Already after a few minutes he felt a strong prickling and pulling in the center of his left palm.
Then he clearly heard his name being called, along with panting, stamping and striking, as if a heavy fight were taking place.
The exercise was now over; he stood close to the abyss. The fight had to be taking place to his left, but in that direction, only a few meters away, stood a large rock block, probably about seven meters high, which was unclimbable. On one side it jutted out a good distance over the abyss, while on the other side it leaned against the steep rock wall, leaving only a very narrow gap of a few centimeters. Erdfried wedged his fingers into the gap, hoping in this way to be able to climb up quietly. After about two meters in height the gap became narrower and the rock block even smoother than it already was. At that point his feet could no longer hold him — and he fell. His hands were bleeding, his knee hurt, and yet he attempted the climb once more. It was, after all, the only way to get across.
Finally, after much effort and in a state of great exhaustion, he reached the top of the rock block. There he saw his friend Sigmund and Fritz Schermann, both entwined by a giant serpent, rolling on the ground ever closer to the abyss in a desperate struggle for their lives. With all their physical strength they fought against this monster, which was capable of breaking their ribs with its gigantic power. Erdfried, quickly resolved, struck three lightning runes into the air, using the hissing sounds he had practiced for years, then jumped down from the rock, ran toward them, at the same time uttering rhythmic runic tones and victorious calls.
(Continuation to follow)
Book Review
“Be Yourself?” A Call to Reflection by Friedrich von Widersperg. (Books of the White Flag. 95)
The work is a guide to self-knowledge, a wake-up call to work, to life, to new hope and faith, to cheerfulness and happiness. A work that leads the reader back home to the land of the fathers of his people, with whom he is firmly bound. The author possesses a strong, stirring national feeling, and with it awakens the personality, the leader-nature in every reader, so that he becomes a will-conscious fighter, an affirmer, a man of success. It is a writing full of Nordic racial spirit. The Aryan blood of the author whispers between the lines of love and loyalty to the Fatherland. Friends, readers, it is our blood that whispers — therefore it is for us a writing that speaks to the heart. The book was also presented to our Leader and Reich Chancellor and is one of the last works that our revered Reich President von Hindenburg read through before his passing at Neudeck Castle.
I wish the work the widest circulation and a soon new edition. To the author: Hail and Victory!