The Lightening and The Sun - Savitri Devi
The Lightening and The Sun - Savitri Devi
THE LIGHTNING
AND THE SUN
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“Si j’avais à me choisir une devise, je prendrais celle-ci ‘Pure, dure, sûre’ — en d’autres termes: inaltérable.
J’exprimerais par là l’idéal des Forts, de ceux que rien n’abat, que rien ne corrompt, que rien ne fait changer;
de ceux sur qui on peut compter, parce que leur vie est ordre et fidélité, à l’unisson avec l’éternel.”
“If I had to choose a motto for myself, I would take this one — pure, dure, sûre, [Pure, hard, certain] — in
other words: unalterable. I would express by this the ideal of the Strong, that which nothing brings down,
nothing corrupts, nothing changes; those on whom one can count, because their life is order and fidelity, in
accord with the eternal.”
She was born Maximiani Portas, 30 Sept. 1905 in Lyons, France, of Greek and English
parents. There she studied chemistry and gained a doctorate in Letters. Traveling widely in
Europe and Asia, mastering 7 languages, including Bengali, her desire to uncover the lost
knowledge of the Aryans led her to India in 1932. She took the name Savitri Devi in honor
of the Indo-Aryan Sun goddess, and married a brahmin Sri Asit Krishna Mukherji, who
was editor of a pro-Axis Magazine, The New Mercury.
Included in this ancient Aryan cosmic law as the Hindus had maintained it was a belief in
the inequality of creatures including races.
Savitri Devi(like Julius Evola) traces the ancient Aryan cosmology to the Arctic, to
Hyperborea of Thule in a line of descent from the Thule Society to National Socialism.
“Well did von Sebottendorff, founder of the famous Thule Society owe a lot to his visits to
India and his contacts with the Hindus conscious of their Hyperborean traditions.” Savitri
Devi naturally saw great significance in Hitler’s choice of the swastika as the symbol of NS,
“the visible link between Hitler and orthodox Hinduism.”
TO GERMANY
In 1948 she traveled to war ravaged Europe, to Germany on her way from Sweden and
England. This was the first time she visited the birthplace of Hitlerism.
“Now the gods had ordained that I should have a glimpse of ruins. Bitter, irony of fate,” she
wrote in her Gold in the Furnace.
In Sweden she met various Swedish NS, including the famous explorer Sven Hedin. Her
mission, she explained to Hedin and the younger comrades, was to deliver a message of
hope to the Germans. Not knowing any reliable printers, she had handwritten hundreds of
leaflets depicting the swastika and declaring:
“Men and women of Germany! In the midst of untold hardships and suffering, hold fast to
your glorious NS and resist! Defy our persecutors!... Nothing can destroy that which is
built on truth. We are the pure gold put to test in the furnace. Let the furnace blaze and
roar! Nothing destroy us. One day we shall rise. And triumph again! Hope and wait! Heil
Hitler!”
Working with a troupe of dancers and a Jewish manager, dressed in a sari and adorned
with swastika earrings, she threw these leaflets from the trains as she crossed ravaged
Germany, the leaflets wrapped in with little gifts of coffee, sugar or butter.
To Savitri Devi the scattering of those leaflets across Germany took on the significance of
cosmic proportions, “written and thrown by the gods through me.” About to cross the
border into Belgium she began to sing a Hindu hymn to Shiva, “the Creator and
Destroyer.”
In London Savitri Devi had 6,000 of the leaflets professionally printed and returned to
Germany. Over the course of a year she was arrested several times and detained in France.
She wrote Gold in the Furnace in a cell in Germany in 1949.
PILGRIMAGE
In 1953 Savitri Devi returned to Germany on a pilgrimage to the holy places of NS and
German Heathenism. This pilgrimage resulted in a book of that name the following year
but apparently not actually published until 1958. The journey had taken place despite a
decree of expulsion by the Occupation Authorities.
However, for Savitri Devi the Hitler Faith was a practical one, “an essentially earthly one
that has nothing to do with those metaphysical problems that worry people for whom our
living world is not sufficient.” Savitri was not concerned with a personal god or with
questions of an afterlife, but with the worship of things that can be seen and felt in daily
life, and the godhead which she believed existed within the Aryan, impelling it towards
higher evolution.
This is the “Order and Rhythm” inherent in Life, part of the Cosmic Dance with a cyclic
interaction of birth, death, creation, destruction, love, hate; polarities engaged in a cosmic
“impersonal struggle” reflected in the laws of nature. All forms of life were to be esteemed
in their right place, faith with the Aryan at the apex. Those opposing the cosmic order were
to be fought with “detached violence,” the Hindu conception of which is contained in the
Hindu scripture Bhagavad Gita.
Savitri Devi had plenty of close calls on her German pilgrimage, stopped by customs with
large quantities of her book Gold in the Furnace and Defiance. The culminating point of
the Journey was to stand amidst the row of 100 feet high rocks that formed the sanctuary
of the primal Germanic sun cult, Externsteine, “the Rocks of the Sun,” where the solstices
had been again celebrated under Hitler and where the Hitler Youth had been initiated; a
monument more splendid than the sun monuments she had seen at Greece, Egypt and
India.
In the central chamber, aligned to catch the rising sun, she stood with her arm
outstretched in salute towards the sun. Then she recited a prayer to the impersonal cosmic
god she believed had incarnated Hitler as a modern Avatar: “Lord of the unseen forces,
whom I do not know and cannot grasp, whose majesty I adore in the eternal order of
nature and in the heroic beauty of my comrades’ lives — they manifestations — help us,
National Socialists, to keep thy truth within our hearts, and to bring into being, one day,
our Führer’s real New Order, earthly reflection of merciless cosmic harmony!...”
After an oath, she consecrated the books she had already published, and the MS to her
magnum opus, The Lightening & the Sun.
IN TIME, ABOVE TIME, AGAINST TIME
The Lighting & the Sun was begun in Scotland in 1948, written at intervals in Germany,
and completed in 1956. The book was written to present a conception of history — ancient
AND modern — unassailable from the standpoint of ETERNAL Truth. The principal
figures used to illustrate the cyclic conception of history are Akhenaton, Genghis and
Hitler. They are placed in the context of a succession of “Ages.” Within Kali Yuga (Age of
Darkness) Akhenaton was the “Man Above Time,” symbolized as the sun, the pharaoh who
wished to return man to a long-lost olden Age, a visionary pushing against the tide of his
own Age but without the practicality to realize his vision.
In Hitler Savitri Devi found the “Man Against Time” combining idealism with force, both
lightning and sun, waging war against the forces of the Age on a practical level; the Avatar
of Kalki the Avenger who comes at the end of every Age. However, because Hitler was
fighting against the cyclic tides of this Age his battle was foredoomed. Savitri Devi
therefore believed it was the dharmic duty of Hitlerites to keep alive the flame of NS
through the Kali Yuga as the basis for a New Order which Hitler had himself prophesied in
1928, seeing himself as but a herald: “I am not he; but while nobody comes forward to
prepare the way for him, I do so.”
The companions at arms of the future Avatar would be the “last NS” of iron will, tested
through persecution, “avenging comrades.”
Savitri spent much of her life in India teaching English at a French school for young
women. During the last years of her life she lived, blind, amidst poverty, with several dozen
cats. She was always a champion of animal welfare, as explicated in her last book
Impeachment of Man, seeing in the animal welfare legislation enacted in NS Germany the
embodiment of cosmic law.
Savitri died suddenly on a visit to England on 22 October 1982. She was cremated and her
ashes sent to the HQ of the NS movement “New Order,” deposited at a shrine in Arlington,
Virginia. Presumably they now rest at the organization’s subsequent HQ at Milwaukee.
Savitri Devi, priestess of esoteric national socialism, was born Maximiani Portas on
September 30, 1905, in Lyons, France, of a Greek father and an English mother.
The passionate iconoclasm that would mark so much of her life began early: At age eleven,
during the First World War, she chalked anti-Entente slogans on the Lyons railway station
(“Down with the Allies, Long Live Germany”) as a protest against the illegal Allied invasion
of neutral Greece. A true polymath, Portas earned degrees in chemistry and philosophy,
wrote her doctoral thesis on the philosophy of science, and would eventually master at
least seven languages, including Bengali and Hindi.
Her earliest political convictions were pan-Hellenic, and in 1928 Portas renounced her
French citizenship and became a Greek national. While studying in Athens her political
nationalism, along with a fascination with Greco-Roman antiquity and a mistrust of
Christianity, evolved into a broader pagan racialism, and a visit to Palestine in 1929
convinced her that Judeo-Christianity, whose outward observances in the Holy Land
repelled her, was an alien intrusion into the West, distorting its natural spiritual evolution
and imposing upon it a sterile monotheism and a servile philo-Semitism. It was in
Palestine, she later said, that she first realized she was a National Socialist.
In 1932 she traveled to India, in search of the Aryan paganism that Judeo-Christianity had
supplanted. On the subcontinent she sought “gods and rites akin to those of ancient
Greece, of ancient Rome, of ancient Britain and ancient Germany, that people of our race
carried there, with the cult of the Sun, six thousand years ago.” Her exemplar was Julian
the Apostate, the fourth-century emperor who briefly restored paganism and the cult of the
Sun to the Roman Empire.
Portas took up residence in Calcutta and quickly immersed herself in the Hindu nationalist
movements, lineal ancestors of the modern BJP, that were then waging a two-front
political campaign against Islam and British colonialism. She worked as a traveling
lecturer for the Hindu Mission, a nationalist organization with NS sympathies, and
adopted the Hindu name Savitri Devi, after the Indo-Aryan sun-god (cf. Rig Veda 3.62.10).
Her new racialist Hinduism was a reflection of her NS beliefs: In the swastika, the Aryan
sun-wheel, she saw “the visible link between Hitler and orthodox Hinduism.”
Aryandom
“...Greece, India, Germany: these are the three visible landmarks in
the history of my life. Just as other women love several men in turn,
so have I loved the essence of several cultures, the soul of at least
three nations. But in all three and above all three, it is the essential
perfection of Aryandom which I have sought and worshipped all my
life. I have sought God — the Absolute — in the living beauty and
the manly virtues of my own god-like Race, as other women seek
Him in their lovers’ eyes, and give everything for the joy of adoring
Him in them, not in heaven, but here on earth.”
Savitri Devi, Pilgrimage
In 1940, largely to avoid deportation for her pro-Axis activities, Savitri married the
Brahmin Asit Krishna Mukherji, pan-Aryan editor of the openly NS journal New Mercury.
During the war the couple gathered intelligence on behalf of the Axis, and Mukherji put
militant Hindu nationalist Subhas Chandra Bose in contact with the Japanese, who would
later support his Indian National Army in its abortive campaign against the British.
Savitri was overwhelmed by Germany’s defeat and post-war dismemberment. She returned
to Europe in 1945 determined to propagandize on behalf of her now reviled NS beliefs,
staying briefly in London (where she published Son of God, her study of Akhnaton’s solar
religion), France, Iceland, Scotland (where she began her most influential work, Lightning
and the Sun) and Sweden (where she met Sven Hedin, the famous explorer and committed
national socialist).
In 1948 and 1949, at the height of de-nazification, she conducted a series of clandestine
propaganda missions into a prostrate Germany still devastated by mass starvation and the
Allied terror bombing, distributing leaflets and posting handbills urging resistance to the
often brutal occupation:
“Men and women of Germany! In the midst of untold hardships and suffering, hold fast to
your glorious National Socialist faith and resist! Defy our persecutors ... Nothing can
destroy that which is built on truth. We are the pure gold put to test in the furnace. Let the
furnace blaze and roar. Nothing can destroy us. One day we shall rebel and triumph again.
Hope and wait. Heil Hitler!”
Savitri was eventually arrested along with a comrade in February 1949, convicted of
promoting national socialist ideas, and sentenced to six years imprisonment, of which she
served only seven months, returning to Lyons in the summer of 1949. There she wrote
Defiance and completed Gold in the Furnace, both based on her experiences in occupied
Germany.
In 1953 Savitri returned illegally to Germany on a self-styled pilgrimage, lasting four years,
to the holy sites of National Socialism and Germanic paganism, visiting Braunau am In,
Linz (where she met Hitler’s tutor), Berchtesgarden, the Berghof, the Feldherrnhalle, and
Nuremberg. She lived for two years at Emsdetten in Westphalia at the home of an NS
sympathizer, where she wrote Pilgrimage, completed Lightning and the Sun, and added to
the stations of her pilgrimage the Hermannsdenkmal and the Externsteine, the former a
monument honoring Hermann’s defeat of the Romans in A.D. 9, the latter a reputed pagan
solar temple, where she experienced a mystical revelation of eventual Aryan victory.
Savitri returned to India in 1957, but was back in Europe three years later. The friendships
she had made during her imprisonment provided entrée into murky world of post-war
national socialism — she was already on friendly terms with such luminaries as Hans
Rudel, Otto Skorzeny, and Leon Degrelle — and while living in London she became
involved with the politics of the British Racial Right, attending, along with George Lincoln
Rockwell, the international WUNS conference in the Cotswolds in 1962, site of the famous
Cotswold Declaration.
In 1971 Savitri returned again to India, where she spent most of the 1970s corresponding
with her comrades abroad and influencing a number of young racialists who visited her in
Delhi. She died in the United Kingdom in 1982, while preparing for a speaking tour of the
United States.
The Savitri Devi Archive is a repository for writings and documents related to the
philosopher and religious thinker Savitri Devi, born Maximine Portaz (1905-1982). The
Archive will eventually make all of Savitri Devi's writings available. In addition, the Archive
contains information and documents on Savitri Devi's life, as well as works of secondary
and collateral literature that illuminate her life and work.
Savitri Devi’s works are very rare. Most of her books were printed in tiny editions and are
long out of print. Many are not in the collections of even the largest research libraries.
Most of her essays appeared in small circulation Indian and Right wing periodicals that are
unavailable in even the largest research libraries.
First hand recollections of Savitri Devi, as well as private documents such as letters and
photographs, are also increasingly rare, since most of Savitri’s close friends are now dead
and the rest are getting on in years. Only a few years ago, when Savitri’s long-time friend
Muriel Gantry died, her executor destroyed decades of correspondence between her and
Savitri because she found Savitri’s ideas “objectionable.”
The Savitri Devi Archive hopes to prevent such irresponsible destruction in the future if
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related to Savitri Devi.
Letter to Miguel Serrano
28 March 1980
by Savitri Devi
What follows is the first of three surviving letters from Savitri Devi to Miguel Serrano,
the renowned Chilean diplomat, author, and Esoteric Hitlerist. These letters will
eventually appear in a volume of Savitri’s correspondence. We are publishing them
online now to encourage comparative studies of Savitri Devi’s and Miguel Serrano’s
ideas.
First, the letter reveals that Savitri’s and Serrano’s versions of Esoteric Hitlerism
developed in relative indpendence of one another. Because she knew little Spanish, not to
mention her failing eyesight, Savitri apparently never read El Cordón Dorado:
Hitlerismo Esotérico, the first volume of Serrano’s Esoteric Hitlerist trilogy and the
only one published during her lifetime. Savitri is also under the impression (perhaps
mistaken) that Serrano had not read The Lightning and the Sun and Souvenirs et
réflexions d’une Aryenne before writing El Cordón Dorado.
Second, the letter, along with statements in And Time Rolls On (see note 2 below),
refutes Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke’s completely unfounded assertion that in the early
1960s, “Savitri Devi began to influence Ernst Zündel in the direction of Holocaust denial”
(Hitler’s Priestess, 206). Although Savitri’s books did report the views of some who
disagreed with aspects of the standard Holocaust story, Savitri makes it clear that she
herself believed (until 1977), that approximately six million Jews were killed by the Third
Reich and that the methods of extermination included gassing.
According to Zündel himself, whom I interviewed on 29 October 2001, Savitri resisted all
his attempts to disabuse her of these views. According to And Time Rolls On, her mind
was changed only by reading Arthur Butz’s The Hoax of the Twentieth-Century.
We thank Miguel Serrano for preserving Savitri’s letters, photocopying and mailing them
to us, and premitting us to publish them. Thanks also to Bastian Thoemmes for his
proofreading.
To make this letter more readable online, I have broken up some of Savitri’s longer
paragraphs where such breaks seem natural. The notes, naturally, are mine.
—R. G. Fowler
New Delhi
28 March 1980
I should very much appreciate a copy in French of your book on “esoteric Hitlerism.”1
In my eyes, even though Adolf Hitler “decided to become a politician” at the end of World
War I, He never succeeded in doing so. Otherwise He never would have ordered 10
kilometers between His advancing army and the fleeing British Expeditionary Force, in
1940. Any “politician”—any political-minded army chief—would have ordered His soldiers
to accelerate their pace and capture (or wipe out) the whole British Expeditionary Force,
not allowed them to embark at Dunkirk, in safety.
But the Führer was much more than a politician. He was an Incarnation of the divine
Energy that fights to save whatever still appears to deserve to survive, be it in this dark age.
So He held out His hand—not once, but again and again—to England. England chose to
listen to her Jewish misleaders instead of to Him, and rejected the sincere, friendly
gesture.
For that, she shall die—not the glorious death on the battlefield, but the slow, nauseating
death through blood-mixture and all manner of vice. Within less than 300 years to come—
unless there be a miracle—there shall be no more England. My mother’s compatriots (my
mother was descended from Jütland Vikings) will have given way before teeming millions
of mongrels (a hotch potch of Jamaicans, Africans, Pakistanis, Jews, and degenerate
English women) with nothing in common with their forefathers, except that they might
well still be “Christians.”
The real reason—to me—why we did not (could not) win the war (and that is the point I put
forward in my book The Lightning and the Sun, written 1948-56, reprinted last year by
Samisdat Publishers [address omitted]) is that our Führer was not the last great
Incarnation of the present Time cycle, but at the most the one before the last. He was “both
Sun and Lightning” all right (all fighters against the current of decay are; have to be) but
He had in Him “too much Sun, not enough Lightning,” because only the last one (the one
the Hindu Scriptures call the “Kalki” avatar) will be equally Sun and Lightning, and will
win, and open a new Time cycle, beginning, as all Time cycles do, with a “golden Age” on
the ruins of this wretched one.
You must know Franz Pfeiffer, also living in Santiago. I believe I sent him the last copy I
had of The Lightning and the Sun. I also sent him a dozen copies of my French book
Souvenirs et réflexions d’une Aryenne. Do please ask him to give you one.
The new book I began is hardly getting on as I am suffering from a “cataract” on both eyes
(shall soon have to be operated at least on one eye—the right eye—or shall not see at all any
longer. I shall be a full 75 years old on the 30th of September this year).
Mr. A.K. Mukherji—of whom Herr von Selzam, at that time Consul General for Germany in
Calcutta, had written that “no man in Asia has rendered the Third German Reich service
comparable to his”—would be going on for 77, were he still alive. He died here in Delhi, on
the 21st of March 1977—a fine, fair-skinned, Aryan-featured type of Indian Brahmin, fully
conscious of the identity of values of Hitlerism and traditional Hinduism.
Your letters—to and from Manfred Roeder—have grieved me. Few things grieve me as
much as the sight of misunderstanding, verging sometimes on possible enmity, between
National Socialists. We are so few in this immense, indifferent—when not downright
hostile—world! We should stress whatever unites us, neglect whatever divides us—unless
of course it be too really dangerous to neglect.
I have never met Manfred Roeder, although I am in correspondence with him. I cannot but
believe he is sincerely fighting for the survival and final victory of our common Aryan race,
over the forces of disintegration that are threatening it more than ever—otherwise why
should he live the hard life of an exile, away from his devoted wife, and six beautiful
children?
The confidence Mr. Roeder seems to have in the Russians astonished me, at first. But then
I said to myself that I have no understanding (and no practice) of international politics,
and that, therefore, if a sincere National Socialist, and a man of law, accustomed to see
into people (it’s his job), says the Russians are “good”—that is to say, “usable for the
benefit of both Germany, the Führer’s country, and of Aryandom at large”—then it must
be true; at least, it is an opinion that should be considered, and tested.
You are older, and more experienced than M. Roeder—and have that knowledge of people
that a diplomat is bound to have—and what you say is nearer to my spontaneous feelings. I
know all Russians are not Communists, and many are instinctively anti-Jewish. Mr.
Mukherji spent nearly two years in Russia, and used to speak Russian fluently—all the
greater a reason for which the Indian Communists positively hated him, when on his
return from the “Soviet paradise,” in 1932 (I was in India then but did not meet him till
1938, in Calcutta) he came out with the only pro-Hitler magazine (a fortnightly) in India,
the New Mercury, financed by the Third Reich. He told me a number of anecdotes in
support of this—a Russian, called Lakatchow, radiated for three years from the Communist
party, for calling a Jew who had stepped on his toes in a tramcar, a “dirty kike”; and a
number of people who, in the privacy of their homes, used to turn off their radio as soon as
the subject of “materialist dialectic” appeared.
But all that does not mean that the Russian home and foreign policy are not governed by
Jews—or slaves of Jews. So are all policies after the disaster of 1945. That is why,
personally, I support none, hate them all, and only wait for the day in which, of all we are
made to call “civilisation,” nothing shall be left. Hurray!
No more Jewish values for Aryan consumption. No more laws to protect the weak against
the strong, the sick against the healthy. No more beautiful, healthy, innocent, and trusting
living creatures, tortured in laboratories, to see what happens when this or that is done, or
to help patch up good for nothing sick people! No more of all that which has revolted me
from childhood.
As a South American, you must remember the words of Huayna Capac’s soothsayers in
answer to his request to tell him the meaning of the three circles he had noticed around the
moon: the red one, the black one, and the smoky one: “The red one means civil war:
bloodshed in the royal family. The black one means disaster—defeat at the hands of
powerful foes; the smoky one is the worst; it means: of all we know, of all we revere,
nothing will remain!”
At that time everything in the Inca Empire looked just as before—seemed everlasting. But
Huayna Capac had been foolish enough to order the division of the empire between his two
sons—Huascar, the son of his sister and wife, the legitimate heir, and Atahualpa, the son of
the woman he loved. And the Spanish Caravellas were, if not yet “on their way,” about the
cross the Atlantic.
When will the circles around the moon reappear and show the end of all that the world
holds great today: Democracy, man-centered philosophies (all of them, from Christianity
to Communism, included), the cult of decadence? And the dawn of the next Time cycle in
Adolf Hitler’s invisible presence?
You say, quite rightly, that the Russians did nothing (nor did the Americans) to break the
falsehood about the mass-gassing of Jews, etc. To my shame (it shows my lack of scenting
material impossibilities, i.e., lack of intelligence) I believed the gas-chamber stories and
the tale of the six million Jews done away. I believed it for years.2 But not being a lover of
man, the stories had not on me the effect that their promoters had expected. I quote a
passage I wrote in 1945 in the Preface of my book Impeachment of Man:
The one thing the propaganda did,—instead of stirring in me the slightest indignation
against the supposed-to-be “war criminals”—was to rouse my hatred against the hypocrisy
and cowardice underlying every man-centered attitude; to harden me in my bitter
contempt for “man” in general; and . . . to prompt me to write this book: the answer to it,
the spirit of which could be summed up in a few lines: “A ‘civilization’ that makes such a
ridiculous fuss about alleged ‘war crimes’—acts of violence against the actual or potential
enemies of one’s cause—and tolerates slaughterhouses and vivisection laboratories, and
circuses and the fur industry (infliction of pain upon creatures that can never be for or
against any cause), does not deserve to live. Out with it! Blessed the day it will destroy
itself, so that a healthy, hard, frank and brave, nature-loving and truth-loving élite of
supermen with a life-centred faith,—a natural human aristocracy, as beautiful, on its own
higher level, as the four-legged kings of the jungle—might again rise, and rule upon its
ruins, for ever!”
My spontaneous answer to the six million story was: “A pity is was not sixteen million!
Then the Jewish question would have been well-solved!”
I often repeated that I forbid anyone to criticise us for the treatment of our worst enemies
unless he be himself a Jain, i.e., a member of an Indian religious sect, that kills no fleas,
nor bugs, nor lice. For surely a politically active Jews (or pro-Jewish Aryan, by the way) is
liable to create more mischief than any of these insects that cannot but live on blood (but
so little of it!).
Now that I know the story is a lie, I say so. It is good propaganda with the man-loving,
stupid majority!
Write to me whenever you feel like it.
With the ritual greeting,
Savitri Dêvi Mukherji3
[P.S.] I know de Mahieu4 only though his writings. Saint-Loup I know well and admire. His
children, on their way to Nepal, paid a visit to me here in Delhi two years ago.
1 Miguel Serrano, El Cordón Dorado: Hitlerismo Esotérico [The Golden Thread: Esoteric
Hitlerism] (1978).
2 In And Time Rolls On, Savitri claims that she believed the standard Holocaust story until
1977, when she read Arthur Butz’s The Hoax of the Twentieth-Century (Torrance, Cal.:
Institute for Historical Review, 1976). See And Time Rolls On: The Savitri Devi
Interviews, ed. R.G. Fowler (Atlanta: Black Sun Publications, 2005), 162.
3 When signing her name, Savitri often put a circumflex over the “e” in Dêvi. She did not,
beginning in the 10th century, the Vikings extensively explored the Americas and
influenced the indigenous cultures.
Below, in the original French and in English translation, is the second of three surviving
letters from Savitri Devi to Miguel Serrano.
Again, we thank Miguel Serrano for preserving Savitri’s letters, photocopying and
mailing them to us, and premitting us to publish them.
I also wish to thank Arjuna for his help in transcribing Savitri’s handwriting and Bastian
Thoemmes for his careful proofreading..
—R. G. Fowler
Votre lettre m’a incitée à relire « La Division Azul », de Saint-Loup, que je possède. Quels
hommes que ces Légionnaires ! C’est sans doute dans leurs rangs que vous avez pris part à
la lutte contre l’ennemi de toujours sous sa forme actuelle : le Communisme.
J’en suis d’autant plus fière d’avoir eu une lettre de vous – avec vos réflexions sur l’état de
la Russie, maintenant aux portes des Indes, en Afghanistan.
J’ai vu la passe de Khyber en oct.-nov. 1936. Suis allée jusqu’à Landiskotal – pas jusqu’à
Kaboul : dans ce temps-là c’était très difficile. J’ai parlé de cette extraordinaire voie des
conquérants dans le chapitre intitulé « La terre sans maîtres » du premier livre que j’aie
écrit après mes thèses de doctorat : « L’Etang aux Lotus » – écrit en 1937, publié aux frais à
Mr. Mukherji en 1940 (mes premières impressions – ou les impressions de mes premières
années – aux Indes. Je n’en ai plus qu’un seul exemplaire (j’aurais d’ailleurs pas mal de
corrections et d’additions à y faire !).
Je n’ai qu’un exemplaire de « The Lightning and the Sun » (écrit de 1948 à 56). Je l’ai
prêté, on ne me l’a pas encore rendu. Si on ne me le rend pas bientôt je demanderai à
Samisdat Publishers [adresse omise], qui en ont publié une seconde édition, de vous en
envoyer un exemplaire (malheureusement les images n’ont pas été mises dans l’ordre
original).
New Delhi
31 March 1980
I took the liberty of showing your letter to the best friend I have here in India: a
Frenchwoman, half my age, but with much more experience and especially intelligence in
the strong sense of the word, than me (I speak not of the capacity to construct
irreproachable arguments, but to know people). She was filled with enthusiasm at your
judgment . . . and your self-control (in your reply to the virulent letter of Mr. R. [Roeder])
and wrote to you immediately. My letter, in response to yours, had to leave at the same
time as hers; you will receive them at the same time.
Your letter encouraged me to reread La Division Azul, of Saint-Loup, which I have. What
men these Légionaries were! It is undoubtedly in their ranks that you took part in the fight
against the eternal enemy in his current form: Communism. I am all the more proud to
have had a letter from you—with your reflections on the state of Russia, today at the doors
of India, in Afghanistan.
Below, in the original German and in English translation, is the third and final surviving letter from
Savitri Devi to Miguel Serrano
Special thanks to Miguel Serrano for making Savitri’s letters available. Thanks also to Bastian
Thoemmes for his help with the transcription and translation.
—R. G. Fowler
Heute denke ich besonders an Sie und an Frau RAU. Ob sie sich noch weiter im Griff dieser
furchtbaren Krankheit quält, oder nun bei den Ahnen, im Licht des Valhalls weiterlebt ? Wenn sie
dort ist, dann möchte ich schnell auch bei ihr sein !
Ich sehe fast nicht mehr. Mein rechtes Auge war schon kaput, jetzt geht auch das linke denselben
Weg. Ich sehe durch es wie durch dicken Nebel, kann kaum die Gesichter unterscheiden. Trotzdem
bin ich noch imstande, zu lesen und zu schreiben (mit dickem Vergrößerungsglas) und ich könnte
allein, in einem unabhängigen Zimmer leben und mein einfaches Essen zubereiten. Ich will weg von
hier so schnell als möglich.
Nicht nur langweile ich mich hier, sehr selten kommen Besuche, und das Lesen ist schwer, wird
immer schwerer. Nochdazu sind sämtliche Zimmertüren aus Glas, und das grelle Neonlicht des
Korridors (ab 6 Uhr früh !) tut meinen Augen weh. Ich kann es nicht haben trotz schwarzer Brille –
es tut so weh !
Ich vermisse die gute Frau Ettmayer [address omitted], bei der ich fast glücklich war trotz meinem
Zustand.
Heute ist ER 93 Jarhre alt, wenn er wirklich noch am Leben ist. WANN wird Seine Macht endlich
erscheinen, und ein Ende dieser jämmerlichen Dekadenz machen ?! Ich werde den großen Tag
wahrscheinlich nicht sehen. Ich rufe jeden Tag den Tod, den Befreier herbei !
Grüßen Sie alle die Gleichgesinnten von mir (Frau B— [address omitted] Mann: Wulf-Dieter) und
unsere „Viviane“ aus New Delhi.
Today I particularly think of you and of Mrs. RAU. Whether she still suffers in the grip of this
awful illness, or now lives on with the ancestors, in the light of Valhalla? If she is there, then I
would like to join her soon as well!
I see almost nothing. My right eye is already kaputt, and now the left is going the same way. By it I
see as through thick fog, can scarcely differentiate between faces. Nevertheless I am still able to
read and write (with a thick magnifying glass), and I could live alone, in an independent room, and
prepare my simple meals. I want to be away from here as fast as possible.
Not only am I bored here, visitors very seldom come, and reading is difficult and becoming ever
more so. What is more, all the room doors are glass, and the sharp neon light of the corridor
(starting from 6 a.m.!) makes my eyes hurt. I cannot have it despite dark eyeglasses—it hurts so
much!
I miss good Mrs. Ettmayer [address omitted], with whom I was almost happy despite my condition.
Today HE is 93 years old, if he is really still alive. WHEN will His Power finally appear, and put an
end to this deplorable decadence?! I will probably not see that great day. Every day I call for death,
the liberator!
Greet all the like-minded ones for me (Frau B— [address omitted] husband: Wulf-Dieter) and our
“Viviane” from New Delhi.
SAVITRI DEVI
Calcutta,
Temple Press,
1958
To the god-like Individual of our times;
the Man against Time;
the greatest European of all times;
both Sun and Lightning:
ADOLF HITLER,
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“Was der Tod der Elf einmal bedeuten wird, vermögen heute nur wenige zu
ahnen — noch weniger kann ich darüber schreiben. Wir stehen mitten in
einer grossen Zeitenwende. Was wir alle durchmachen sind ihre
Geburtswehen. Alles scheint negativ — und einmal wird dann doch Neues
and Grosses geboren werden....”
RUDOLF HESS
(From a letter to his wife, written on the 28th
October, 1946, — twelve days after the hanging
of the Martyrs of Nüremberg).
CONTENTS
PREFACE — p. ix
PART I
TIMELESS PERFECTION AND CYCLIC EVOLUTION
CHAPTER I: The Cyclic View of History — p. 1
CHAPTER II: Time and Violence — p. 20
CHAPTER III: Men in Time, Above Time and Against Time — p. 36
PART II
THE LIGHTNING: GENGHIS KHAN
CHAPTER IV: The Child of Violence — p. 59
CHAPTER V: The Will to Survive — p. 63
CHAPTER VI: The Will to Conquer — p. 87
CHAPTER VII: From the Danube to the Yellow Sea — p. 108
PART III
THE SUN: AKHNATON
CHAPTER VIII: “The Beautiful Child of the Living Aton” — p. 129
CHAPTER IX: The Heat-and-Light-Within-the-Disk — p. 135
CHAPTER X: The Seat of Truth — p. 159
CHAPTER XI: Too Late and Too Early — p. 196
PART IV
BOTH SUN AND LIGHTNING: ADOLF HITLER
CHAPTER XII: The Late-born Child of Light — p. 213
CHAPTER XIII: The Struggle for Truth — p. 218
CHAPTER XIV: The World Against its Saviour — p. 269
CHAPTER XV: Gods on Earth — p. 354
PART V
EPILOGUE: KALKI, THE AVENGER
CHAPTER XVI: Kalki, the Avenger — p. 411ix
PREFACE
This book, — begun in Scotland in the spring of 1948, and written, at
intervals, in Germany, between that date and 1956, — is the result of life-long
meditations upon history and religions, as well as the expression of life-long
aspirations, and of a scale of moral values, which was already mine before
the First World War.
It could be described as a personal answer to the events of 1945 and of
the following years. And I know that very many people will not like it. But I
have not written it for any other purpose than that of presenting a conception
of history — ancient and modern — unassailable from the standpoint of
eternal Truth. I have therefore endeavoured to study both men and facts in
the light of that idea of the succession of Ages, from pristine Perfection to
inevitable chaos, which pertains not merely to “Hinduism,” but to all forms of
the One, universal Tradition, — the Hindus being, (perhaps) but those who
have retained somewhat more of that Tradition than less conservative people.
It may sound ironical that so intense a yearning after faithfulness to
Tradition should have led me to an interpretation of historic personalities so
different from that of most people who profess interest in things of the spirit.
The endless future alone will tell who has understood divine Wisdom the best:
those people or myself.
SAVITRI DEVI
TIMELESS PERFECTION
AND
CYCLIC EVOLUTION
1
CHAPTER I
1
While Icarus fell into the sea, the Peruvian hero was turned into stone on reaching the top of the
hill destined to become the site of the great Temple of the Sun, in Cuzco.
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in progress on all lines, as most of our contemporaries seem to do. From all
evidence, they faithfully clung to the traditional idea of cyclic evolution and
had, in addition to that, the good sense to admit that they lived (inspire of all
their achievements) in anything but the beginning of the long-drawn,
downward process constituting their own particular “cycle” — and ours.
Whether Hindus or Greeks, Egyptians or Japanese, Chinese, Sumerians, or
ancient Americans, — or even Romans, the most “modern” amongst people
of Antiquity, — they all placed the “Golden Age,” the “Age of Truth,”1 the rule
of Kronos or of Ra, or of any other Gods on earth — the glorious Beginning of
the slow, downward unfurling of history, whatever name it be given, — far
behind them in the past.
And they believed that the return of a similar Age, foretold in their
respective sacred texts and oral traditions, depends, not upon man’s
conscious effort, but upon iron laws, inherent to the very nature of visible and
tangible manifestation, and all-pervading; upon cosmic laws. They believed
that man’s conscious effort is but an expression of those laws at work,
leading the world, willingly or unwillingly, wherever its destiny lies; in one
word, that the history of man, as the history of the rest of the living, is but a
detail in cosmic history without beginning nor end; a periodical outcome of the
inner Necessity that binds all phenomena in Time.
And just as the Ancients could accept that vision of the world’s evolution
while still taking full advantage of all technical progress within their reach, so
can — and so do, — to this day, thousands of men brought up within the pale
of age-old cultures centred round the self-same traditional views, and also, in
the very midst of the over-proud industrial cultures, a few stray individuals
able to think for themselves. They contemplate the history of mankind in a
similar perspective.
While living, apparently, as “modern” men and women, — using electric
fans and electric irons, telephones and trains, and aeroplanes, when they can
afford it, — they nourish in their hearts a deep contempt for the childish
conceit and bloated hopes of our age, and for the various recipes for “saving,
mankind,” which zealous philosophers and politicians thrust into circulation.
They know that nothing can “save mankind,” for
1
Satya Yuga, in the Sanskrit Scriptures.
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mankind is reaching the end of its present cycle. The wave that carried it, for
so mane millenniums, is about to break, with all the fury of acquired speed,
and to merge once more into the depth of the unchanging Ocean of
undifferentiated existence. It will rise; again, some day, with abrupt majesty,
for such is the law of waves. But in the meantime nothing can be done to stop
it. The unfortunate — the fools — are those men who, for some reason best
known to themselves, — probably on account of their exaggerated estimation
of what is to be lost in the process — would like to stop it. The privileged ones
— the wise — are those few who, being fully aware of the increasing
worthlessness of present-day mankind and of its much-applauded “progress,”
know how little there is to be lost in the coming crash and look forward to it
with joyous expectation as to the necessary condition of a new beginning — a
new “Golden Age,” sunlit crest of the next long drawn downward wave upon
the surface of the endless Ocean of Life.
To those privileged ones — amongst whom we count ourselves, — the
whole succession of “current events” appears in an entirely different
perspective from that either of the desperate believers in “progress” or of
those people who, though accepting the cyclic view of history and therefore
considering the coming crash as unavoidable, feel sorry to see the civilisation
in which they live rush towards its doom.
To us, the high-resounding “isms” to which our contemporaries ask; us
to give our allegiance, now, in 1948, are all equally futile: bound to be
betrayed, defeated, and finally rejected by men at large, if containing anything
really noble; bound to enjoy, for the time being, some sort of noisy success; if
sufficiently vulgar, pretentious and soul-killing to appeal to the growing
number of mechanically conditioned slaves that crawl about our planet,
posing as free men; all destined to prove, ultimately, of no avail. The time-
honoured religions, rapidly growing out of fashion as present-day “isms”
become more and more popular, are no less futile — if not more: frameworks
of organised superstition void of all true feeling of the Divine, or — among
more sophisticated people — mere conventional aspects of social life, or
systems of ethics (and of very elementary ethics at that) seasoned with a
sprinkling of out-dated rites and symbols of which hardly anybody bothers to
seek the original meaning; devices in the hands of clever
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times, with all their undeniable drawbacks, are on the whole, better than any
epoch of the past, and even that they show definite signs of improvement. It
is not possible to analyse all their arguments in detail. But one can easily
detect the fallacies hidden in the most wide-spread and, apparently, the most
“convincing” of them.
All the advocates of “progress” lay enormous stress upon such things
as literacy, individual “freedom,” equal opportunities for all men, religious
toleration and “humaneness,” progress in this last line covering all such
tendencies as find their expression in the modern preoccupation for child-
welfare, prison-reforms, better conditions of labour, State aid to the sick and
destitute and, if not greater kindness, at least less cruelty to animals. The
dazzling results obtained, of recent years, in the application of scientific
discoveries to industrial and other practical pursuits, are, of course, the most
popular of all instances expected to show how marvellous our times are. But
that point we shall not discuss, as we have already made it clear that we by
no means deny or minimise the importance of technical progress. What we
do deny is the existence of any progress at all in the value of man as such,
whether individually or collectively, and our reflexions on universal literacy
and other highly praised “signs” of improvement in which our contemporaries
take pride, all spring from that one point of view.
We believe that man’s value — as every creature’s value, ultimately —
lies not in the mere intellect but in the spirit: in the capacity to reflect that
which, for lack of a more precise word, we choose to call “the divine,” i.e. that
which is true and beautiful beyond all manifestation, that which remains
timeless (and therefore unchangeable) within all changes. We believe it with
the difference that, in our eyes, — contrarily to what the Christians maintain
— that capacity to reflect the divine is closely linked with man’s race and
physical health; in other words, that the spirit is anything but independent
from the body. And we fail to see that the different improvements that we
witness to-day in education or in the social field, in government or even in
technical matters, have either made individual men and women more
valuable in that sense, or created any new lasting type of civilisation in which
man’s possibilities of all round perfection, thus conceived, are being
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promoted. The Hindus seem to be, to-day, the sole people who, by tradition,
share our views; and they have, in course of time, failed to maintain the divine
order — the rule of the natural ruling castes. And we, the only people in the
West who have tried to restore it in modern times, have been materially
ruined by the agents of those forces of false equality that the modern world
calls forces of “progress.”
Progress? — It is true that, to-day, at least in all highly organised
(typically “modern”) countries, nearly everybody can read and write. But what
of that? To be able to read and write is an advantage — and a considerable
one. But it is not a virtue. It is a tool and a weapon; a means to an end; a very
useful thing, no doubt; but not an end in itself. The ultimate value of literacy
depends upon the end to which it is used. And to what end, is it generally
used to-day? It is used for convenience or for entertainment, by those who
read; for some advertisement, or some objectionable propaganda, — for
money-making or power-grabbing — by those who write; sometimes, of
course, by both, for acquiring or spreading disinterested knowledge of the few
things worth knowing; for finding expression of or giving expression to the few
deep feelings that can lift a man to the awareness of things eternal, but not
more often so than in the days in which one man out of ten thousand could
understand the symbolism of the written word. Generally, to-day, the man or
woman whom compulsory education has made “literate” uses writing to
communicate personal matters to absent friends and relatives, to fill forms —
one of the international occupations of modern civilised humanity — or to
commit to memory little useful, but otherwise trifling things such as
someone’s address or telephone number, or the date of some appointment
with the hair-dresser or the dentist, or the list of clean clothes due from the
laundry. He or she reads “to pass time” because, outside the hours of dreary
work, mere thinking is no longer intense and interesting enough to serve that
purpose.
We know that there are also people whose whole lives have been
directed to some beautiful destiny by a book, a poem — a mere sentence —
read in distant childhood, like Schliemann, who lavishly spent on
archaeological excavations the wealth patiently and purposely gathered in
forty years of dreary toil, all for they sake of the impression left upon him,
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as a boy, by the immortal story of Troy. But such people always lived, even
before compulsory education came into, fashion. And the stories heard and
remembered were no less inspiring than stories now read. The real
advantage of general literacy, if any, is to be sought elsewhere. It lies not in
the better quality either of the exceptional men and women or of the literate
millions, but rather in the fact that the latter are rapidly becoming intellectually
more lazy and therefore more credulous than ever — and not less so; —
more easily deceived, more liable to be led like sheep without even the
shadow of a protest, provided the nonsense one wishes them to swallow be
presented to them, in printed form and made to appear “scientific.” The higher
the general level of literacy, the easier it is, for a government in control of the
daily press, of the wireless and of the publishing business, — these almost
irresistible modern means of action upon the mind — to keep the masses and
the “intelligenzia” under its thumb, without them even suspecting it.
Among widely illiterate but more actively thinking people, openly
governed in the old autocratic manner, a prophet, direct mouthpiece of the
Gods, or of genuine collective aspirations, could always hope to rise between
secular authority and the people. The priests themselves could never be quite
sure of keeping the people in obedience for ever. The people could choose to
listen to the prophet, if they liked. And they did, sometimes. To-day, wherever
universal literacy is prevalent, inspired exponents of timeless truth —
prophets — or even selfless advocates of timely practical changes, have less
and less chances to appear. Sincere thought, real free thought, ready, in the
name of superhuman authority or of humble common sense, to question the
basis of what is officially taught and generally accepted, is less and less likely
to thrive. It is, we repeat, by far easier to enslave a literate people than an
illiterate one, strange as this may seem at first sight. And the enslavement is
more likely to be lasting. The real advantage of universal literacy is to tighten
the grip of the governing power upon the foolish and conceited millions. That
is probably why it is dinned into our heads, from babyhood onwards, that
“literacy” is such a boon. Capacity to think for one’s self is, however, the real
boon. And that always was and always will be the privilege of a minority, once
recognised
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— so they say — any man or woman stands, more and more, as many
chances as his or her neighbour of holding the position and doing the job for
which he or she is naturally fitted. But that too is only partly true. For, more
and more, the world of to-day, — the world dominated by grand-scale
industry and mass-production, — can offer only jobs in which the best of the
worker’s self plays little or no part if he or she be anything more than a merely
clever and materially efficient person. The hereditary craftsman, who could
find the best expression for what is conveniently called his “soul” in his daily
weaving, carpet-making, enamel work, etc., even the tiller of the soil, in
personal contact with Mother Earth and the Sun and the seasons, is
becoming more and more a figure of the past. There are less and less
opportunities, also, for the sincere seeker of truth — speaker or writer — who
refuses to become the expounder of broadly accepted ideas, products of
mass-conditioning, for which he or she does not stand; for the seeker of
beauty who refuses to bend his or her art to the demands of popular taste
which he or she knows to be bad taste. Such people have to waste much of
their tine doing inefficiently — and grudgingly — some job for which they are
not fitted, in order to live, before they can devote the rest of it to what the
Hindus would call their sadhana — the work for which their deeper nature has
appointed them: their life’s dedication.
The idea of modern division of labour, condensed in the oft-quoted
sentence “the right man in the right place,” boils down, in practice, to the fact
that any man — any one of the dull, indiscriminate millions — can be
“conditioned” to occupy any place, while the best of human beings, the only
ones who still justify the existence of the more and more degenerate species,
are allowed no place at all. Progress....
***
America, Goa, and elsewhere, — modern man is filled with pride in the
“progress” accomplished, in one line at least, since the end of the dark ages
of religious fanaticism. However bad they be, our contemporaries have, at
any rate, grown out of the habit of torturing people for such “trifles” as their
conception of the Holy Trinity or their ideas about predestination and
purgatory. Such is modern man’s feeling — because theological questions
have lost all importance in his life. But in the days when Christian Churches
persecuted one another and encouraged the conversion of heathen nations
by means of blood and fire, both the persecutors and the persecuted, both
the Christians and those who wished to remain faithful to non-Christian
creeds, looked upon such questions as vital in one way or another. And the
real reason for which nobody is put to torture, to-day, for the sake of his or
her religious beliefs, is not that torture as such has become distasteful to
everybody, in “advanced” twentieth-century civilisation, not that individuals
and States have become “tolerant,” but just that, among those who have the
power of inflicting pain, hardly anybody takes any vivid, vital interest in
religion, let alone in theology.
The so-called “religious toleration” practised by modern States and
individuals springs from anything but an intelligent understanding and love of
all religions as manifold, symbolical expressions of the same few essential,
eternal truths, — as Hindu toleration does, and always did. It is, rather, the
outcome of a grossly ignorant contempt for all religions; of indifference to
those very truths which their various founders endeavoured to re-assert,
again and again. It is no toleration at all.
To judge how far our contemporaries have or not the right to boast of
their “spirit of toleration,” the best is to watch their behaviour towards those
whom they decidedly look upon as the enemies of their gods: the men who
happen to be holding views contrary to theirs concerning not some
theological quibble, in which they are not interested, but some political or
socio-political Ideology which they regard as “a threat to civilisation” or as “the
only creed through which civilisation can be saved.” Nobody can deny that in
all such circumstances, and specially in war time, they all, perform — to the
extent they have the power, — or condone — to the extent they have not,
themselves, the opportunity of performing, —
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for whatever purpose it be) and he demands, at the most, not to be reminded
of them tog often and too noisily. He reacts as though he classified atrocities
under two headlines: the “unavoidable” and the avoidable. The “unavoidable”
are those that serve or are supposed to serve modern man’s purpose —
generally: “the good of humanity” or the “triumph of Democracy.” They are
tolerated, nay, justified. The “avoidable” are those which are occasionally
committed, or said to be committed, by people whose purpose is alien to his.
They alone are condemned, and their real or supposed authors — or
inspirers — branded by public opinion as “criminals against humanity.”
Which are, anyhow, the alleged signs of that wonderful “humaneness”
of modern man, according to those who believe in progress? We no longer
have to-day, — they say — the horrid executions of former times; traitors are
no longer “hung, drawn and quartered,” as was the custom in glorious
sixteenth century England; anything approaching in ghastliness the torture
and execution of François Damien, upon the central square of Paris, before
thousands of people purposely come to see it, on the 28th of May, 1757,
would be unthinkable in modern France. Modern man also no longer upholds
slavery, nor does he (in theory, at least) justify the exploitation of the masses
under any form. And his wars — even his wars! monstrous as they may
seem, with their elaborate apparatus of costly demoniacal machinery — are
beginning to admit, within their code, (so one says) some amount of humanity
and justice. Modern man is horrified at the mere thought of the war-time
habits of ancient peoples — at the sacrifice of twelve young Trojans to the
shade of the Greek hero Patrocles, not to speak of the far less ancient but far
more atrocious sacrifices of prisoners of war to the Aztec war-god
Huitzilopochtli. (But the Aztecs, though relatively modern, were not Christians,
nor, as far as we know, believers in all-round progress). Finally — one says
— modern man is kinder, or less cruel, to animals than his forefathers were.
Alone an enormous amount of prejudice in favour of our times can
enable one to be taken in by such fallacies.
Surely modern man does not “uphold,” slavery; he denounces it
vehemently. But he practises it nevertheless — and on a wider scale than
ever, and far more thoroughly than
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the Ancients ever could — whether in the Capitalistic West or in the Tropics,
or (from what one hears outside its impenetrable walls) even in the one State
supposed to be, to-day, the “workers’ paradise.” There are differences, of
course. In Antiquity, even the slave had hours of leisure and merriment that
were all his own; he had his games of dice in the shade of the columns of his
master’s portico, his coarse jokes, his free chatter, his free life outside his
daily routine. The modern slave has not the privilege of loitering, completely
carefree, for half an hour. His so-called leisure itself is either filled with almost
compulsory entertainment, as exacting and often as dreary as his work, or —
in “lands of freedom” — poisoned by economic worries. But he is not openly
bought and sold. He is just taken. And taken, not by a man in some way at
least superior to himself, but by a huge impersonal system without either a
body to kick or a soul to damn or a head to answer for its mischief.
And similarly, old horrors have no doubt disappeared from the records
of so-called civilised mankind, regarding both justice and war. But new and
worse ones, unknown to “barbaric” ages, have crept up in their place. One
single instance is ghastly enough to suffice. The long-drawn trial not of
criminals, not of traitors, nor regicides, nor wizards, but of the finest leading
characters of Europe; their iniquitous condemnation, after months and
months of every kind of humiliation and systematical moral torture; their final
hanging, in the slowest and cruelest possible manner — that whole sinister
farce, staged at Nüremberg in 1945-1946 (and 1947) by a pack of victorious
cowards and hypocrites, is immeasurably more disgusting than all the post-
war human sacrifices of the past rolled in one, including those performed
according to the well-known Mexican ritual. For there, at least, however
painful might have been the traditional process of killing, the victims were
frankly done to death for the delight of the tribal god of the victors and of the
victors themselves, without any macabre mock-pretence of “justice.” And they
were, moreover, taken from all ranks of captured warriors, not malignantly
selected from the élite of their people only. Nor did the élite of the vanquished
people represent, in most cases, — as it actually did in the shameful trial of
our progressive times — the very élite of their continent.
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But more cowardly and more, hypocritical, perhaps, than anything else,
is “progressive” modern man’s behaviour towards living Nature, and in
particular towards the animal kingdom. Of that I have spoken at length in
another book,1 and
1
“Impeachment of Man,” written in 1945-46, and yet unpublished.
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1
I refer to the laws against cruelty to animals that were, in my eyes, one of the glories of the
National Socialist regime in Germany.
2
The Bhagavad-Gita, Transl. of E. Burnouf, I, 47 and foll.
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of all the living, — the god-like men, — are defeated, and their followers
humbled and their memory slandered, while the masters of lies are hailed as
“saviours”; the age in which every man and woman is in the wrong place, and
the world dominated by inferior individuals, bastardised races and vicious
doctrines, all part and parcel of an order of inherent ugliness far worse than
complete anarchy.
This is the age in which our triumphant Democrats and our hopeful
Communists boast of “slow but steady progress through science and
education.” Thanks very much for such “progress”! The very sight of it is
enough to confirm us in our belief in the immemorial cyclic theory of history,
illustrated in the myths of all ancient, natural religions (including that one from
which the Jews — and, through them, their disciples, the Christians —
borrowed the symbolical story of the Garden of Eden; Perfection at the
beginning of Time.) It impresses upon us the fact that human history, far from
being a steady ascension towards the better, is an increasingly hopeless
process of bastardisation, emasculation and demoralisation of mankind; an
inexorable “fall.” It rouses in us the yearning to see the end — the final crash
that will push into oblivion both those worthless “isms” that are the product of
the decay of thought and of character, and the no less worthless religions of
equality which have slowly prepared the ground for them; the coming of Kalki,
the divine Destroyer of evil; the dawn of a new Cycle opening, as all time-
cycles ever did, with “Golden Age.”
Never mind how bloody the final crash may be! Never mind what old
treasures may perish for ever in the redeeming conflagration! The sooner it
comes, the better. We are waiting for it — and for the following glory —
confident in the divinely established cyclic Law that governs all manifestations
of existence in Time: the law of Eternal Return. We ore waiting for it, and for
the subsequent triumph of the Truth persecuted to-day; for the triumph under
whatever name, of the only faith in harmony with the everlasting laws of
being; of the only modern “ism” which is anything but “modern,” being just the
latest expression of principles as old as the Sun; the triumph of all those men
who, throughout the centuries and to-day, have never lost the vision of the
everlasting Order,
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decreed by the Sun, and who have fought in a selfless spirit to impress that
vision upon others. We are waiting for the glorious restoration, this time, on a
world-wide scale, of the New Order, projection in time, in the next, as in every
recurring “Golden Age,” of the everlasting Order of the Cosmos.
It is the only thing worth living for — and dying for, if given that privilege,
— now, in 1948.
CHAPTER II
From the few facts that I have recalled in the preceding chapter, it is
pretty clear that there are no cruelties in ancient history — no Assyrian
horrors, no Carthagenian horrors, no old Chinese horrors, — which the
inventiveness of our contemporaries of East and West, aided by a perfected
technique, has not outdone. But cruelty — the violence of cowards — is
merely one expression of violence among many, though admittedly the most
repulsive one. Aided and encouraged by more and more staggering scientific
achievements, which can be put to use for any purpose, man has, throughout
history, become more and more violent, — and not less and less so, as
people fed on pacifist propaganda are often inclined to think! And, which is
more, it could not have been otherwise; and it cannot be otherwise at any
period of the future, until the violent and complete destruction of that which
we call to-day “civilisation” opens for the world a new “Age of Truth”; a new
Golden Age. Until then, violence, under one form or another, is unavoidable.
It is the very law of Life in a fallen world. The choice given us is not between
violence and non-violence, but between open, unashamed violence, in broad
daylight, and sneaking, subtle violence — blackmail; between open violence
and inconspicuous, slow, yet implacable persecution, both economic and
cultural: the systematic suppression of all possibilities for the vanquished,
without it “showing”; the merciless “conditioning” of children, all the more
horrible that it is more impersonal, more indirect, more outwardly “gentle”; the
clever diffusion of soul-killing lies (and half-lies); violence under the cover of
non-violence. The choice is also between selfless ruthlessness put to the
service of the very Cause of truth; violence without cruelty, applied in view of
bringing about upon this earth an order based on everlasting principles, that
transcend man; violence in view of creating, or maintaining, a human State in
harmony with Life’s highest purpose, and violence applied to selfish ends.
The two parallel alternatives are indeed one and the same.
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For it is a fact that, the more disinterested be its aims and the more selfless
its application, the more frank and straightforward violence is; while, on the
other hand, the more sordid be the motives for which it is in reality used, the
more it is, itself, hidden, nay, denied; the more the men who resort to it boast
of being admirers of non-violence, thus bluffing others and sometimes also
themselves; acting as deceivers and being deceived — caught in the network
of their own lies.
As time goes on and as decay sets in, the keynote of human history is
not less and less violence; it is less and less honesty about violence.
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but a few years at his disposal. And, unfortunately, the further this world
advances into the present age of technical wonders and human abasement,
more the great men of inspiration are submitted to the factor of time, as soon
as they attempt to apply their lofty intuitive knowledge of eternal truth to the
solution of practical problems. They just have to act, not only thoroughly, but
also quickly, if they do not want to see the forces of disintegration nip their
priceless work in the bud. And whether they like it or not, thoroughly and
quickly means, almost unavoidably, with unhesitating violence. One can say,
with more and more certainty as the “Dark Age” goes on, that the god-like
men of action are defeated, at least for the time being, not for having been
too ruthless (and thus for having roused against themselves and their ideas
and their collaborators the indignation of the “decent people”), but for not
having been ruthless enough — for not having killed off their fleeing enemies,
to the last man, in the brief hour of triumph; for not having silenced both the
squeamish millions of hypocrites and their masters, the clever producers of
atrocity-tales, by more substantial violences, more complete exterminations.
From all this it is quite clear that, to condemn violence indiscriminately
is to condemn the very struggle of the Forces of Life and Light against the
Forces of disintegration, — struggle, all the more heroic and all the more
desperate, also, as the world rushes on towards its doom. It is to condemn
that struggle which, at every one of its age-long, varying phases, and even
through temporary disaster, has been securing for the world, beyond its
deserved doom, the glorious new Beginning, which the few alone deserve.
Within the bondage of Time, specially within this “Kali Yuga,” one cannot be
consistently non-violent without contributing, willingly or unwillingly, knowingly
or unknowingly, to the success of the forces of disintegration; of what we call
the death-forces.
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As for that violence which is used to forward the war-aims of the death-
forces, it is, and has always been twofold: directed on one hand against Life
itself — first, against the whole of innocent living Nature, then, against the
vital interests of higher mankind, in the name of “the common plan” — and,
on the
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other, against those particular men who, more and more conscious of the
tragic realities of a darkening age, put up a stand in favour of the recognition
of Life’s eternal values and of the restoration of order upon its true, eternal
basis.
In the attempt to bring about the triumph of the worthless and the slow
but steady disintegration of culture, in fact, less and less violence is needed.
The world evolves naturally towards disintegration, with accelerated speed. It
might have been, once, necessary to push it on along the slippery path. It has
no longer been so, for centuries. It rolls on to its own doom, without help. In
that direction, therefore, the champions of disintegration enjoy an easy task.
They only have to follow and flatter the vicious tendencies of the increasingly
despicable majority of men, to become the world’s darlings. But in their war
against the few, but more aware and practical exponents of the higher values,
— the upholders of the natural hierarchy of races; the worshippers of light, of
strength, of youth; — they are (and are bound to be) more and more violent,
nay, more and more relentlessly cruel. Their hatred grows, as history unfolds,
as though they knew — as though they felt, with the sharpness of physical
perception, — that every one of their victories, however spectacular it be,
brings them nearer the final redeeming crash in which they are bound to
perish, and out of which their now persecuted superiors are bound to emerge
as the leaders of the New Age, — the supermen at the beginning of the next
Time-cycle, — more like gods than ever. Their hatred grows, and their
ferocity too, as the redeeming crash draws nigh, and, along with it, the dawn
of the universal New Order, as unavoidable as the coming of spring. As the
history of the last three years has shown,1 — as the history of darkest Europe
(and of proud, unfortunate Japan) would show to-day, if only its hidden
horrors were revealed — nothing surpasses in violence the persecution of the
world’s best men and women by the agents of the death-forces, during the
last period of the “Era of Gloom.” Like the children of Light, these too —
though for contrary reasons, — act under the inexorable pressure of time.
They have but a few years to try to stamp out the undying, divine Ideology; to
crush as many of its votaries as they can,
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This chapter was written in 1948.
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morbid craving for idle knowledge at any cost, the common prejudices which
have been developing, for centuries, as a result of growing degeneracy in this
world. They cannot possibly believe that every human life, however debased,
is necessarily worth saving. And they must believe that the best way to
stamp; out disease is not so much to find out new treatments as to teach men
and women to live healthier lives, and, before all, to strengthen the naturally
privileged races through a systematical, rational policy, applied, in the first
place, to the basic art of breeding. And they must feel a sane contempt for all
forms of useless research, let alone for that criminal curiosity about the
mystery of life, which has turned hundreds of men like Pavlov, or Voronoff —
or Claude Bernard — into down right monsters.
There is more. The very Ideology of the strong naturally goes hand in
hand with repulsion for every form of cruelty towards helpless and beautiful
beasts. Nietzsche has exalted kindness as the highest virtue of the superman
— “the last victory of the hero over himself.” And kindness that does not
embrace all life is no kindness at all. Kindness that prompts man to “love his
enemies” without prompting him a fortiori to love the innocent creatures of the
earth, which did him no willful harm; kindness that urges him to spare the
former’s lives while allowing him to chase and eat the latter, and to wear their
skins, is either hypocrisy or imbecility. The Ideology of the strong rejects that
two thousand year-old contradiction, with utter contempt.
This is so true that the only people who have, in our times, striven to
create a socio-political order upon the basis of such an Ideology, and that,
through the most frankly acknowledged ruthlessness; the people who uphold
the most consistently that healthy, necessary violence which is inseparable
from any selfless struggle against the forces of decay, — the makers of
National Socialist Germany, are precisely the ones who have the most
sincerely stressed love of all living Nature in their educational system, and
done whatever they could to protect by law both animals1 and forests; it is so
true, that the
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In National Socialist Germany, not only was the horrid “kosher” killing of animals forbidden, but
traps were also not allowed. Animals killed for food had to be dealt with by means of an automatic
pistol bringing instantaneous death. And cruelty to any beast was severely punished. (I know of the
case of a person having spent three and a half years in a concentration camp for having killed a
pig “in a cruel manner.”)
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Leader who inspired them — Adolf Hitler, now so shamelessly slandered and
so bitterly hated by a worthless world, — not only abstained from flesh in his
own daily diet, but is, as far as I know, the only European ruler who ever
seriously contemplated the possibility of a continent without slaughterhouses
and actually intended to make that dream a reality as soon as he could.1
Contrast this with the treatment of creatures at the hands of the majority
of those people who deny the superior individuals and races the right to be
ruthless in their heroic struggle against Time; of those who would like us to
believe they “love their enemies” and have a genuine horror of atrocities! We
have seen, we see every day, how the hypocrites treat their enemies — when
they catch them. And we know what atrocities they can perform on human
beings — or order, or at least condone, — when it suits their purpose. They
treat animals no better. They take the hidden crimes daily committed against
them in this increasingly wicked world, as a matter of course, just as they do
those committed against the men and women whom they look upon as
“dangerous fanatics,” “war criminals” and so forth.
Of course, they find good excuses for their attitude, — one always
does; logic was granted to man in order that he might justify himself in his
own eyes, whatever monstrosity he might choose to support. But their
premises are entirely different from those of the selfless people who fight with
consistent ruthlessness for ideals in harmony with the perfect cosmic order.
Their basic argument is “the interest of humanity” — indiscriminately; the
“interest of humanity” as a whole; of “the majority” of human beings, good bad
and indifferent; and of
1
“An extended chapter of our talk was devoted by the Führer to the vegetarian question. He
believes more than ever that meat-eating is wrong. Of course, he knows that, during the war, we
cannot completely upset our food system. After the war, however, he intends to tackle this problem
also. Maybe he is right. Certainly the arguments he adduces in favour of his standpoint are very
compelling.”
—The Goebbels Diaries, edit. 1946 (Entry of the 26th of April 1942)
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We refer, here, to Voronoff’s experiments performed upon live monkeys, with a view to give back
sexual potency to old men.
2
During the infamous Nüremberg Trial and other similar ones.
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fools who talk about “moral progress” in our times have no idea whatsoever of
what goes on (behind the screens) in scientific institutes, in the fur trade and
in circuses.
Thousands of equally well-meaning and equally foolish people, who
take for granted whatever they are given to read and enquire no further; have
also no idea of the horrors perpetrated by their compatriots in other people’s
countries as colonists or as members of occupying armies, nay, no idea of
what goes on in their own country, behind prison bars, in torture-chambers for
political investigation, and in concentration camps. Indeed, in England and in
other democratic nations, many are under the impression that their
government never tolerated such things as concentration camps and torture-
chambers for human beings. Only “the enemy” had them — so they believe.
Years ago, they would have thought nothing of admitting that “everybody has
them”; must have them; that one cannot run a war without those unpleasant
but extremely useful accessories. But now hypocrisy concerning violence has
reached its pitch. Never has there been, in the world, so much cruelty, allied
to such a general attempt to hide it, to deny it, to forget it and, if possible,
make others forget it. Never have people been so willing to forget it, in
externally “decent” and kindly surroundings — houses and streets in which no
torture of man or beast can be seen or heard — provided, of course, it is not
“the enemy’s” cruelty. The only time modern men and women do not try to
minimise horrors but actually exaggerate them (and often deliberately invent
them) is when these happen to be (or are intended to be presented as) “the
enemy’s” horrors — never their own. And that is itself only a further instance
of the world-wide characteristic of our times: the general love of lies.
What has set the whole world so bitterly against the frank upholders of
ruthless methods both in government and war, is not so much that these were
violent, but that they were frank. Liars hate those who speak the unpleasant
truth, and who act in accordance with it.
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and so forth are, most of the time, just rackets in the service of the forces of
disintegration; dishonest tricks to bluff the fools, to emasculate the strong,
and to set millions of cowards and hypocrites (the bulk of the world) against
the few people whose inspired policy, pursued ruthlessly to its logical end,
could perhaps, even now, arrest the decay of man. And if they are not that,
then, they are nonsense.
As we have said in the beginning, non-violence can only exist in a world
in which the temporal socio-political order is, on the human scale, the replica
of the eternal Order of the Cosmos. Any effective preaching — and any
partial practice — of pacifism in politics; i.e., within Time, outside such a
temporal order, only leads, ultimately, to greater violence; to a greater
exploitation of living Nature and a greater oppression of man at the hands of
those who work for the death-forces. But, for millenniums already, that perfect
earthly order has ceased to exist. It has to be created anew before peace can
reflourish. And it cannot, now, be created anew, without utmost violence,
exerted, this time, in a selfless spirit, by men of vision.
The best course for those who sincerely desire a just and. lasting peace
would, therefore, naturally be to do all they can to give over the world to those
men of vision, as soon as possible; at least, not to try to prevent them from
conquering it. Unfortunately, most pacifists either do not really want peace at
all, but merely pretend to, or else, want it, but only under certain ideological
conditions which are incompatible with its establishment, now, and with its
duration, and which will only become more and more so, till the end of the
present historical cycle. Any obvious violence directed against human beings
shocks them. People who openly support the use of force — be it in the most
disinterested spirit and for the best of purposes, — are, for that very reason,
anathema in, their eyes. Help them to conquer and to rule the world? Oh, no!
Anything but that! The ideals of the ruthless men of vision may well be
Golden Age ideals; but their methods! — their cynical attitude towards human
life; their relentless chase and pitiless disposal of even potential obstacles to
the rapid attainment of their selfless aims; their “appalling logic” (to quote the
words
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“Cette logique effroyable” was the expression used by Monsieur R. Grassot, of the French
Information Bureau in Baden-Baden, in his conversation with me on the 9th October 1948.
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“end of the world” as we know it, — the leadership of surviving mankind falls
to that victorious élite who, even in the midst of the long, general decay of
man, never lost its faith in the everlasting cosmic values, nor its will to draw
from them, and from them alone, its rule of action.
That élite will, then, no longer be compelled to resort to violence in
order to impose its will. It will rule without opposition in a peaceful world in
which the New Order of its age-old dreams will appear to all as the only
natural and rational state of affairs. Until man again forgets unchangeable
Truth, acts as though the iron Laws of cause and consequence did not
concern him — God’s darling! — and again decays.
Nothing can stop the wheel of Time.
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CHAPTER III
All men, inasmuch as they are not liberated from the bondage of Time
follow the downward path of history, whether they know it or not, and whether
they like it or not.
Few indeed thoroughly like it, even at our epoch, — let alone in happier
ages, when people read less and thought more. Few follow it unhesitatingly,
without throwing, sometime or other, a sad glance towards the distant lost
paradise into which they know, in their deeper consciousness, that they are
never to enter; the paradise of Perfection in time — a thing so remote that the
earliest people of whom we know remembered it only as a dream. Yet, they
follow the fatal way. They obey their destiny.
That resigned submission to the terrible law of decay — that
acceptation of the bondage of Time by creatures who dimly feel that they
could be free from it, but who find it too hard to try to free themselves; who
know before hand that they would never succeed, even if they did try, — is at
the bottom of that incurable unhappiness of man, deplored again and again in
the Greek tragedies, and long before these were written. Man is unhappy
because he knows, because he feels — in general — that the world in which
he lives and of which he is a part, is not what it should be, what it could be,
what, in fact, it was at the dawn of Time, before decay set in and before
violence became unavoidable. He cannot whole-heartedly accept that world
as his — specially not accept the fact that it is going from bad to worse, —
and be glad. However much he may try to be a “realist” and snatch from
destiny whatever he can, when he can, still an invincible yearning for the
better remains at the bottom of his heart. He cannot — in general — will the
world as it is.
But few people — as rare as the liberated ones, for whom Time does
not exist, and perhaps rarer, — can and do; and act up to that will. These are
the most thorough, the most mercilessly effective agents of the Death-forces
on earth: —
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The aims of these people — of the men within Time, par excellence, —
are always selfish aims, even when, owing to their material magnitude and
historical importance, they transcend immeasurably any one man’s life, as
they actually do, sometimes. For selfishness, — the claim of the “part” to
more place and to more meaning than is naturally allotted to it within the
whole, — is the very root of disintegration, and therefore a characteristic
inseparable from Time. One can practically say
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As there are men “in Time,” so there are, also, philosophies and
religions — “ideologies” — “in Time”; false religions, all of them, for true
religion can only be above time. Such doctrines are more and more
numerous, more and more varied, and more and more popular as the world
proceeds nearer to the end of every historical Cycle. There was an epoch
when they did not exist; an epoch in which a man “in Time” was necessarily
against all professed doctrines. To-day, nearly all interpretations of age-old,
true religions, and nearly all the “isms” that have replaced religions, are of the
type “in Time.” Their function within the scheme of things, at this stage of
world-history, is just to deceive the well-meaning weaklings and fools — the
hesitating people, who want an excuse,
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a justification for living “in” Time without the unpleasant feeling of a guilty
conscience, and who cannot find one for themselves. These are only too glad
to catch hold of a philosophy loudly professing to be unselfish, which allows
them, nay, encourages them, to work under its cover for their selfish ends.
The ones who use a really unselfish doctrine, — an originally “timeless”
philosophy, — for that purpose, lie all the more shamelessly to themselves
and to others. And, by doing so, they help in reality to forward the great
tendency of history: to hasten the decay which leads to the great End and,
beyond — to the following new Beginning.
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But the actual, typical men “within Time” need no justifying ideology in
order to act. Their thoroughly selfish attitude is, in all its glaring
shamelessness, far more beautiful than that growing tendency of the tiny men
to slip down the path to perdition while hanging unto some “noble” ends such
as “liberty, equality, fraternity” or “the rights of international proletariate,” or
unto some misunderstood religion. Whatever they may tell the people whom
they wish to deceive, — whom they have to deceive, in order to succeed, —
the real men “in Time” never deceive themselves. They know what they truly
want. And they know the way to get it. And they do not care what it costs to
others or to themselves. And, specially, they do not, at the same time, want
anything else, which is incompatible with their aims.
And so, — whether on an ordinary scale, like the consistent voluptuary
or the single-purposed miser, or on a nation-wide or continent-wide scale, like
those who stir millions and sacrifice millions of people, that they might impose
their own will, — they act, in a way, as gods would act. And, both in the
grandeur of their achievements and in the beauty of the first-rate qualities of
character which they put to the service of their purpose, a few of them really
have something god-like — as, for instance, that greatest conqueror of all
times, whose extraordinary career forms the subject-matter of a part of this
book: Genghis-Khan. They possess the awful splendour of the great
devastating forces of Nature; of the roaring sea, rolling out
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of its bed over the land; of a lava stream, burning its way through all
obstacles; of the lightning, that men used to worship, when they still
understood what is divine.
Naturally, this can be said only of those men whose action exceeds, by
its very magnitude, the limits of what is “personal.” It is difficult to imagine any
mere seeker of physical pleasure, or even of individual riches, attaining such
a grim, god-like greatness. The importance of the men “in Time,” as such,
depends upon the nature of their action itself and upon the breadth of the
surroundings which it influences, no less if not more than upon the way in
which, and the one-sided, cynically selfish purpose for which, they act. And
this is understandable, for reasons other than the sheer aesthetic impression
which the true story of a mighty life can leave upon the reader or the
bystander. It is the consequence of the fact that, like the great forces of
Nature which we mentioned, real men “in Time” are blind powers, serving
unknowingly the purpose of the Cosmos. The same is true, of course, of the
petty seekers after small profits, in their limited sphere of activity. They too
are blind powers of destruction. But small ones, at our scale at least. We
experience the awe of the Divine in presence of the big ones only — as we
do, for instance, before a storm upon the Ocean, while the sight of a pool of
water disturbed by the wind leaves us indifferent.
When the ends, — however petty and personal in themselves, — are
masterfully served through such action as stirs the whole world; when, in
order to attain them, a man “in Time” displays, upon the international stage,
superhuman qualities worthy of much higher ends, then, one feels one’s self
in presence not of a man “in Time” but of the divine Destroyer — Mahakala;
Time Itself, — everlastingly rushing the Thing that seems to annihilation
followed by new birth and then again by further decay and annihilation.
The man “in Time” can have any aim, with the exception of a
disinterested one (which would at once raise him “above Time”). He himself is
always like a blind force of destructive Nature. (That is the reason why so
many thoroughly “bad” characters in literature and in the theatre are so
attractive, in their forceful evil.) He has no ideology. Or rather, his ideology is
himself, separated from the divine Whole — i.e., it is the
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disintegration of the Whole (of the universe) for the benefit of himself, and,
ultimately, the destruction of himself also, although he does not know it or
does not care. And that is the case in every instance. But under certain
conditions, when his action takes, in human history, the permanent
importance that a great geological cataclysm has in the history of the earth,
then, as I said, the man “in Time” disappears from our sight, and in his, place
— but still bearing his features, — appears, in all His dramatic majesty,
Mahakala, the eternal Destroyer. It is Him Whom we adore in the great
lightning individuals such as Genghis Khan — Him; not them. They are only
the clay images inhabited by Him for a few brief years. And just as the clay
image hides and suggests the invisible God or Goddess — Power everlasting
— so does their selfishness both hide and reveal the impersonal
purposefulness of Life; the destructive phase of the divine Play, in which
already lies the promise of the new dawn to come.
And just as volcanic convulsions or invading sea-tides prepare, in the
course of centuries, a new growth, in a re-shaped physical universe, so do
the great men “in Time” bring us nearer the liberating end and thereby
prepare the way for the next glorious Beginning. “Scourges of God,” in a way,
they are also blessings in disguise. Far better their frank, brutal
destructiveness for selfish ends than the silly patch-work of the ordinary well-
meaning people who try to “do good” in this fallen world, without having the
courage to strike and burn and tear; who have only “constructive” schemes —
all useless! For destruction and creation are for ever linked. That is why we
adore the Lightning as well as the Sun, and are overwhelmed by a feeling of
sacred awe at the thought of the grand-scale exterminators without
ideologies, human likenesses of great Mahakala.
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But there are also men “outside Time” or rather “above Time”; men who
live, here and now, in eternity; who (directly at least) have no part to play in
the downward rush of history towards disintegration and death, but who
behold it from above — as one beholds, from a strong and safe bridge, the
irresistible rush of a waterfall into the abyss — and who
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good nor bad, who compose ninety per cent of mankind at our epoch. They
could not possibly disapprove of the warrior-like ideal of detached, selfless
violence preached by Lord Krishna — the divine Preserver of the Universe,
Himself — in the Bhagavad-Gita; for that ideal is in harmony with ever-lasting
truth, which any man who has transcended Time is bound to acknowledge.
Only they are not Kshattriyas by nature, whatever be their race, their social
position, their inherited responsibilities; they are not men of action, by nature,
let alone fighters. Their action, like that of the Sun, lies essentially in their
personal radiation of power, beauty and goodness. What they do is, of
course, the integral reflexion of what they are, nothing more; nothing different;
nothing which is foreign to them, for they are fully conscious of their being.
And if they have any substantial influence at all, it is, like that of the Sun, an
influence from above and from afar, characterised by its absolute impartiality,
its indiscriminate and impersonal goodness. They do nothing to compell
others — nothing, at least, beyond certain limits, even if they live in the world.
They know they cannot force the evolution of things, nor suppress the part
played by Time in the lives of those who are still submitted to its iron law.
Again, like the Sun, they shine. If the seed is alive, it will ripen sooner or later,
never mind when, Violence would only help to produce an artificial growth.
And if the seed be dead? Let it be! There are new seeds; new creations, for
ever and ever. The people who live in eternity can wait.
We have said: those who remain “above Time” do not resort to
violence. This does not mean that all men who abstain from violence are
necessarily liberated souls, living “above Time.” First, an immense number of
cowards are non-violent for fear of taking risks. And they are- anything but
free from the bondage of Time. Then, that which one often takes for non-
violence, — that which actually goes under that name, — is, in reality, but a
subtler form of violence: pressure upon other people’s feelings, more
oppressive and — when one knows, in each case, what feelings to appeal to,
many a time more effective than pressure upon their bodies. Late Mahatma
Gandhi’s much admired “non-violence” was of that type: moral violence; not:
“Do this, or else I kill you!”, but: “Do this, or else I kill myself!” Knowing
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that you hold my life as indispensable. It may look “nobler.” In fact, it is just
the same — apart from the difference in the technique of pressure. It is,
rather, less “noble” because, precisely on account of that subtler technique, it
leads people to, believe that it is not violence, and therefore contains an
element of deceit, an inherent falsehood, from which ordinary violence is free.
Late Mahatma Gandhi was by no means what we have tried to define
as a man “above time.” He was what we shall call a man “against Time,”
aiming now — far too late or... a little too soon, — at the establishment of a
tangible order of justice (Ram raj) on this earth. But, inasmuch as it lacks the
frankness of brutal force, his so-called “non-violence” — moral violence — is
characteristic of our epoch of dishonesty (however honest and sincere he
might have been himself.) It is, perhaps, the first instance in history of a
disguised form of violence applied, on a broad scale, in a struggle for a good
purpose. Its popularity in India can partly be credited to the fact that it was, or
seemed to be, the only practical weapon in the hands of totally disarmed and,
to a great extent, naturally apathetic people. But it enjoyed abroad, also, a
tremendous publicity, quite out of proportion with its real value (and late
Mahatma Gandhi’s tremendous reputation of “holiness” is no less out of
proportion with his real place among the great men of India). The foreigners
who have done the most to popularise it are people typical of our degenerate
age: people who recoil at the mere thought of any healthy and frank display of
force, but who cannot even detect moral violence; men and women
(especially women) of the Western Democracies, the most hypocritical half of
the world. It appealed to them precisely to the extent that it was violence in
disguise. Even English people (some of whom had lived in India; some of
whom had, nay, occupied a high position within the ranks of British colonial
officialdom) could not help admiring it. It was not that hated brutal force which
other great men “against Time” had used in, the course of history (or were
using at our epoch) to bring about an age of justice. Oh, no!
But it surely was not, either, the non-violence of the men “above Time”
who, if they cared at all to take an occasional stand against the unavoidable
fall of mankind, would either use no real pressure at all to enforce their good
laws — and
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fail, from a worldly point of view, as King Akhnaton did, — or else, exert
“against Time” any amount of violence that might be necessary, in the spirit of
the God Who speaks, in the Bhagavad-Gita, to the Fighter for a just cause
(provided the latter happens to be, like Arjuna, a Kshattriya, i.e., a warrior by
race and by nature).
***
The men who remain “above Time” seem to be those who have the
least influence of all upon the course of events in this world. And that too is to
be expected in a world which is sinking deeper and deeper every day into the
abyss. In the Age of Truth, and even in later ages pictured in the sacred
books of India, the men “above Time” — the true Brahmins, in union with
eternal Reality — were the natural and actual counsellors of kings; genuine
spiritual authority then backed legitimate temporal power. But as the temporal
order on earth became more and more unlike the ideal heavenly Order, kings
were less and less inclined to act according to the commands of an
increasingly rare timeless wisdom. And what is true of kings is, also, here,
true of commoners. As a result, men “outside Time” or “above Time” enjoy
less and less authority as the world proceeds towards the end of every Time-
cycle. Even when, — like King Akhnaton — they themselves happen to be
rulers endowed with absolute power, their lives do not — cannot — in what
the Hindus call the “Kali Yuga,” leave upon the sands of time the trace which
they normally should.
Moreover, sometimes, — and that, even if they be ascetics, apparently
separated from the world, — men “above Time” can, like the Sun, with which
we have constantly compared them, be destructive, indirectly. Their light,
indiscriminately shed upon the righteous and the unrighteous, can have the
most varied and unexpected effects amidst a humanity evolving from bad to
worse. One can think of the destructiveness of King Akhnaton’s “Golden Age”
attitude to international affairs, viewed from the Egyptian side. One can think
also of the true religions, conceived by such men “above Time” as were not in
possession of temporal power, and then distorted by clever people who lived,
most of them, entirely “within
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Time,” and used by them in the service of the most selfish, the most
destructive of all worldly ends. It is, naturally, “not the fault” of the men “above
Time” — any more than it would be “the fault” of the Sun, if, in some land
where the heat of the sun-rays is unbearable, a man were to tie his enemy to
a pillar in a shadeless place and leave him to die there. Truly speaking, it is
not “the fault” of the men “within Time” either. It is a consequence of the law
of general decay, inseparable from life in time: as the world becomes less
and less capable of penetrating their eternal meaning, even the best things
are misunderstood, and, either hated and rejected or else put to some
criminal use.
Exiles of the Golden Age in our Age of Gloom, the men “above Time”
either live entirely within their own inner world, or else live and act in this one
also, but as though it were still in its Golden Age. They either renounce this
world or ignore it — or, better, forget it, as a man forgets the scars of sin and
sickness upon a once beautiful face, which he still loves, in spite of all. They
see the everlasting and unchangeable behind the downward rush of the
stream of time; the Thing that is, behind the thing that seems. Even when
they live in the world of forms, colours and sounds as earnestly and intensely
as King Akhnaton — that supreme artist — did, still those impressions take
on, for them, a meaning entirely different from that which they retain in the
consciousness of people submitted to the bondage of Time. Men “above
Time” enjoy with detachment, as people who know they will never die. They
also suffer with detachment, being constantly aware of their blissful real Self,
which is beyond pleasure and pain.
And the fallen world can never understand them, i.e. know them, any
more than they can understand the fall of man, in which they have no part, as
others, who share it, can, and do. And yet, untiringly, — like the Sun, far away
and omnipresent — they shed their light; that light which is, in our growing
gloom, like a glimpse of all the past and future dawns.
***
But, as we have said, there are also people with a Golden Age outlook,
— fully aware of what a splendid place this world
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could be, materially and otherwise, — who can, however, neither renounce
life “as it is” nor ignore it; people who, in addition to that, are endowed with
what the Hindus would call a “Kshattriya” nature: born fighters, for whom
difficulties exist only to be overcome, and for whom the impossible has a
strange fascination. These are the men “against Time,” — absolutely sincere,
selfless idealists, believers in those eternal values that the fallen world has
rejected, and ready, in order to reassert them on the material plane, to resort
to any mea within their reach. As a consequence of the law of Time, those
means are necessarily all the more drastic and all the more brutal as every
historical Cycle draws nearer to its end. The last Man “against Time” is, in
fact, no other than He Whose name, in Sanskrit Tradition, is Kalki, — the last
Incarnation of the divine Sustainer of the universe and, at the same time, the
Destroyer of the whole world; the Saviour Who will put an end to this present
“yuga” in a formidable display of unparalleled violence, in order that a new
creation may flourish in the innocence and splendour of a new “Age of Truth.”
Men “outside Time” or “above Time,” at the most saviours of souls,
have, more often than not, disciples who are definitely men “against Time.”
(Sometimes even men “in Time”; but we do not speak of these, for they are
mere exploiters of religions or ideologies for selfish ends, not sincere
disciples of saints.) The true disciples — and, in some rare instances, the
Masters themselves — who are “against Time,” thorough organisers,
unscrupulous propagandists and ruthless fighters, are the actual founders of
most of, if not all, the great Churches of the world, even when the religions
preached by those Churches are doctrines originally “above Time,” as they
generally are. And this is unavoidable inasmuch as a Church is always or
nearly always, not only itself a material organisation, but an organisation
which aims at regulating the lives of thousands, when not millions, of people
in this world — in Time. Apparently, the one exception to that law is
Buddhism, the only important international religion which has conquered over
half a mighty continent without the help of men “against Time” and without the
use of violence; the one in the name of which persecution of other faiths was
never carried on but twice in the whole course of history, — and that, by men
“in
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Time,” and for reasons decidedly political, not religious.1 But then, we must
remember that this creed is, more than any other, dominated by the yearning
to escape the bondage of Time, and that it is, in fact, not intended at all for life
in Time. A person who accepts its postulates cannot possibly think of a better
world, except if it be “outside” or “above Time.” But, as a result of this, there is
perhaps a more shocking disparity between the high ideals of the religion and
the life of the faithful in Buddhist countries than anywhere else. The religions
that have spread and maintained themselves partly through violence, have
had, in spite of many shortcomings, and of less high moral standards, a
greater practical influence upon the lives of their followers as a whole, strange
as this may appear.
One does not always realise this clearly enough, when one criticises the
great active disciples for being inconsistent with “the spirit” of their
contemplative masters. One does not realise that, without the ruthless
passion of those men, the organisations that have, one must admit, kept to
some extent “the spirit” alive, would just not exist, in, many places where they
still flourish, and that many “spiritual treasures,” that one values so much,
would be lost to the world. If one really values those “treasures,” one should
not find fault with the men “against Time” or, more often than not, “in Time,”
who recoiled from nothing so that they might be put, and kept, within man’s
reach. Without the brutal methods of Charlemagne, the Saxon-slayer, so
obviously anything but “Christ-like,” the Germans would perhaps, to this day,
have remained attached to their old gods; so would have the Norwegians,
without the drastic sort of evangelisation imposed upon them by King Olaf
Tryggvason. Without the equally sincere, equally fanatical, and even more
brutal activities of many men “against” or “in” Time, in the sixteenth and
seventeenth centuries, half Goa, and the whole of Mexico and
1
Once in Central Asia, in the early thirteenth century, by the “Gurkhan” of the Kara-Khitai, against
both Islam and Nestorian Christianity, and another time, in seventeenth century Japan, by the first
Shoguns of the Tokugawa Dynasty, Iyeyasu, Hidetada and Iyemitsu, against Christianity.
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Peru would probably not be, to-day, professing the Christian faith. Christianity
owes a lot to men “against Time” — and perhaps still more to men “in Time.”
We, who are not Christians, may — and do, — deplore it. We are aware
of the fact that many spiritual treasures other than those contained in the
Gospels — the truths contained in the old European Paganisms, or long
preserved in the solar cults of Central and Southern America; treasures of
which, to-day, one knows much too little, — were lost to the world precisely
through the impersonal zeal of religious-minded men, by nature “against
Time” (or through the wanton destructiveness of men “in Time”) such as
those we have mentioned. But we believe that, wherever such losses were
suffered, there was something wrong not with the forgotten truth (which is
eternal) but with the people who should have managed to stand for it against
the new and hostile doctrine; we believe, in fact, that there were not enough
men “against Time” among those people — not enough persons in whose
Eyes the now lost teachings were, then, sufficiently alive to be made a basis
for the organisation of human society against the growing current of decay;
not enough who, in order to defend them on those grounds, were prepared to
be as ruthless and as perseverant as the Christians were in order to destroy
them.
***
The relation between the Master, permanently “above Time,” and the
ardent realist “against Time” — builder and defender of all militant Churches
— who happens to be his disciple, has never been so perfectly pictured as in
the words addressed to the Christ by the grand Inquisitor, in Dostoyevsky’s
famous episode of “The Karamazov brothers.” “Thou hast resisted the three
temptations of the Devil” — refused the means to rule, offered to Thee by the!
One who knows men and time, better than any other. “Thou hast refused to
turn stones into bread” — to give the multitudes material goods; “Thou hast
refused to throw Thyself from the height of the Temple” — to give the people
astonishment and awe; “Thou hast refused to bow down to Me — the Master
of lies; the
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Master of Time — to live “in Time,” to some extent at least. “As a result, the
people have drifted away from Thy teaching and from Thyself, and Thou
canst not save them. It is we” — we the unscrupulous, we, the violent, the
men who stop at nothing to make the truth they love a reality in this world —
“it is we, I say, who save them, in Thy stead, by doing all that which Thou
hast refused to do and therefore by damning ourselves in Thine eyes. And we
accept that damnation for the love of Thee — for Thy name to be praised.”
This is the substance of the Inquisitor’s discourse, if not its textual
wording. And the militant champion of the organised creed tells the Christ:
“Do not come back! — do not destroy the work that we are doing in this fallen
world, for Thy glory!”
For no organisation can live “outside Time” — “above Time” — and
hope to bring men back, one day, to the knowledge of the eternal, values.
That, all men “above Time” have realised. In order to establish, or even to try
to establish, here and now, a better order, in accordance with Truth
everlasting, one has to live, outwardly at least, like those who are still “in
Time”; likes them, one has to be violent, merciless, destructive — but for
different ends. Therein lies the tragedy of bringing into reality any dream of
perfection. And the more perfect the dream — the further away from the
conditions of success in this fallen world, — the more ruthless must
necessarily be the methods of those who sincerely wish to impose it upon
men, too late or... too early.
Knowing this, the real men “above Time” are the first ones to
understand and to appreciate the wholehearted efforts of their disciples
“against Time,” however “awful” these ‘night appear to ordinary people neither
good nor bad. The Christ, in Dostoyevsky’s famous page, says nothing. What
could he say? There is nothing to be said which the leader of the militant
Church could understand. To the Inquisitor, the Christ will always remain a
mystery. But the Christ understands the Inquisitor and values his love. Before
leaving the prison-cell — and the world of Time — he kisses him.
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can enjoy any real influence upon human society unless he has such
disciples, or unless he is himself prepared to become, also, a man “against
Time.” For it is a fact that one can be both “above Time,” in one’s personal
outlook, and “against Time” in one’s activity in the world. All the really great
creative men “against Time” possess these two aspects: they are men of
vision aware of timeless truths; but they are, also, men who have been stirred
to the depth by the glaring contrast between the ideal world, built according to
those truths, and the actual world in which they live; men who, after what they
have seen and experienced, can neither remain any longer cut off from time,
in their own inner paradise, nor act in life as though all were well, but who
must devote their whole life and energy to the reshaping of tangible reality on
the model of their vision of Truth. One such Man is the warrior-like Prophet
Mohamed who dreamed a world-theocracy and succeeded in founding a
great civilisation, lasting to this day. Another one, — whose unparalleled
greatness is yet unrecognised, because his follow lost a war instead of
winning it — is the tragic and beautiful figure that dominates the history of the
West in our own times: Adolf Hitler.
I have compared men “in Time” to the Lightning, and men “outside
Time” or “above Time” to the Sun. Using the same metaphorical language,
one can say that men “against Time” partake both of the Sun and of the
Lightning, inasmuch as they are truly inspired by Golden Age ideals, rooted in
timeless Truth, and as, — precisely in order to be able to stand for such
ideals on the material plane, in the Age of Gloom, against the current of Time
— they are compelled to display all the practical qualities of the men “in
Time”; inasmuch as the only difference between them and the latter lies not in
their methods (which are the same, and cannot but be so) but in their selfless,
impersonal ends.
They serve those ends with merciless realism but, to the extent they are
“above Time” also, with the detachment preached to the warrior in the
Bhagavad-Gita. In fact, the Teaching of the Bhagavad-Gita is nothing else but
the philosophy of the perfect Man “against Time,” yogi in spirit, warrior in
action; a Man like King Akhnaton, the Only-One of the Sun, free from the
bondage of Time, and whose strength
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is cosmic Energy Itself, but... who uses that strength, on the material plane, in
the service of his ideals, with all the remorseless logic of a Genghis Khan.
Alone Kalki — the last Man “against Time,” at the end of every historical
Cycle; the last Saviour, Who is also the greatest Destroyer — impersonates
that double ideal perfectly, and succeeds completely. It is He Who restores to
the world its primeaval health, beauty and innocence, thus opening a new
Time-cycle.
The other men “against Time” — before the very end of each humanity
— succeed, and are recognised and exalted by millions, permanently,
inasmuch as they, or their followers, abandon their spirit and work decidedly
“in” Time, compromising with the forces of death; in other words, inasmuch as
they have in them, — like the Prophet Mohamed,1 — more “lightning” than
“sun.” Otherwise, they are defeated by the agents of the dark forces, broken
in their might by the down-ward rush of history, which they are unable to
stem. And such a fate awaits, always, until the very end of any Time-cycle,
those who are too magnanimous, too trusting, too good; those who put too
much confidence both in foreigners and in their sown people; those who do
not “purge” their following often enough and thoroughly enough; who love
their people too much to suspect ingratitude or actual treachery where it lies;
who are not merciless enough, and sometimes spare their, fleeing enemies;
in one word, those who, like Adolf Hitler, have, in their psychological make-
up, too much “sun” and not enough “lightning.” Be He, himself, but the last
one in date of these, come back with superhuman might after apparent
annihilation, or a new one altogether, “Kalki” will avenge them and the people
who struggled at their side, for no visible result whatsoever, in their days. And
then, He will make their apparently impossible dreams the living reality of the
next great Beginning!
In every great Beginning, the men “above Time,” lonely ascetics,
saviours of souls, or planners of an ideal order, too good for the fallen earth
— Arhats, Boddhisatwas, or Rajrishis, to use the Sanskrit terminology, —
meet the great Ones “against Time” on the material plane as on every other.
Then, in
1
See the life of the Founder of Islam.
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In them, the Cosmos is for ever seeking its Principle, against the irresistible
Law of Time, which steadily draws it away from It, from the beginning to the
end of every successive material manifestation in time.
PART II
THE LIGHTNING
(Genghis Khan)
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CHAPTER IV
borders of the Orion and from the endless grasslands over which her
ravishers rode with her, no answer came to her cries. The bright sky shone
above, and the wind swept the green immensity all round her. One of the
three men roughly told Hoelun to stop lamenting. “Though thou shouldst
weep, thy husband will not turn his head. Seek his traces, thou shalt not find
them. Stop thy cries, then, and cease to weep!”1
And on they went — the three brothers, on horseback, and the sullen
girl in her kibitka, drawn by one of the horses — until the day faded over the
grasslands without end and the ragged rocks here and there and the burning
dust of the barrens; until the hills in the West grew dark against the fiery
background of the sky, and the dry air became suddenly cold. The men talked
little. A flight of wild birds crossed the sky, far above their heads, and they
watched it pass, with sharp, hunters’ eyes. The wheels of the kibitka creaked
at regular intervals. Hoelun had ceased weeping. And she did not speak.
Resigned — for there was nothing she could do, — she was already
beginning to adjust herself to the circumstances that were to mould her life.
Unknowingly, she was preparing to make the best of them, as a wise girl she
was. The creaking wheels were carrying her nearer and nearer to the tents of
the Yakka Mongols, amidst whom she was to fulfill her glorious destiny. The
silent and robust young man riding the horse that drew her kibitka was the
chieftain of his tribe. His name was Yesugei.
She watched his darkening silhouette that moved before her above that
of the horse.
***
The Sun had set when, at last, they reached the young man’s ordu.
Above the western horizon, still glowing crimson, layers of unbelievable hues
— limpid gold, and pale, transparent green, and pink, and violet, —
succeeded one another, abruptly. The mountains in the east were the colour
of lilac. But Hoelun, to whom the splendour of the moistless Mongolian sky
was an everyday sight, paid little attention. She only saw the camp into which
the men were driving her: the round
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Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 56.
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felt yurts; the evening fires; the forms of herdsmen and warriors, before the
fires. She heard voices of men and women; children’s laughter; the neighing
of horses, the barking of dogs — the voices of life. There were not as many
yurts as she had expected. This was a poor ordu. Yet, it was her new home,
now. Not the one her father had planned to give her, but the one the Kings of
the invisible world — the spirits of the Eternal Blue Sky, who rule all things
visible, — were giving her, because such was their pleasure, and the world’s
destiny.
She looked at the strange faces of the new, strange place, with childish
curiosity mingled with apprehension and the vague feeling of something
momentous. She was being driven. Towards what? For a second, she
recalled the familiar countenance of the young Merkit warrior to whom she
had been wedded, and she was sad. But she was given no time to ponder
over the past. Joyful shouts were already greeting the return of the chieftain
Yesugei and of his two brothers, who had dismounted. Women were
gathering round her kibitka to have a look at her. And, as many were
commenting upon her fair appearance, she felt pleased.
She was given to Yesugei, and there was a feast at the camp, that
night. The warriors ate and drank a lot, and minstrels sang. Hoelun’s new life
had begun. She was assigned a yurt of her own, and serving women. And
Yesugei now spent his nights in that yurt.
She neither lusted after him nor loved him as she had the young
husband for the loss of whom she had wept. But she knew that it was her fate
to be his wife — to bear sons to the strong man who had stolen her away
from the one who had fled. And she submitted to her fate. She worked for
Yesugei by day — cooking his food; making felt; dressing skins, and splitting
cords from sinews.1 And at night, when he came to her, she hid her fear of
him and her reluctance. She submitted to his passion as the cool, passive,
ageless earth submits to the fury of the devastating and fertilising thunder-
storm, and she kept her feelings to herself. He was drawn to her by a direct
and elemental force like that which gathers together the heavy restless
clouds, and loosens rain upon the earth,
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 51.
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a force that was beyond him and beyond her, and beyond all men, and that
merely used their bodies in order to fulfill the inexorable, hidden logic of
evolving history: the superhuman command of Destiny.
During one of those nights, the spark of life was kindled in her womb.
And she conceived the son who was to render her name and that of Yesugei
immortal; the Child of lust and violence and of divine, irresistible purpose; the
future Genghis Khan. But Hoelun did not know it. Nor did Yesugei. No man
knows what he is doing when he soothes the fire of his loins in a woman’s
belly.
In the camp of the Yakka Mongols and in the wide world outside the
camp, everything was — or seemed — the same as on any other night. The
bitter wind howled over the barrens, and the River Orion rushed on to mingle
its waters with those of the Ingoda and, finally, those of the mighty River
Amur. Now and then, the howling of a jackal or of a wolf could be heard within
the howling of the wind. But, although no one noticed it, the position of the
stars in the resplendent heavens was an unusual one, full of meaning.
And while Hoelun busied herself with the monotonous everyday tasks of
life — while she tended her new husband’s yurt and cooked his food, or slept
at his side — the child of Destiny took shape within her body. He was born in
the year of the Hare according to the Calendar of the Twelve Beasts — the
year 1157 of the Christian era, — clutching a clot of blood within his right
hand.
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CHAPTER V
“He came into the world with little else except the strong instinct to
survive,” writes a modern historian1 about Temujin, son of Yesugei: the child
who was to become Genghis Khan. And this is not merely a true statement
concerning the baby; it is the key to the man’s whole life; the explanation — if
there be any — of the conqueror’s extraordinary career. There is no
impersonal inspiration, no disinterested love behind Temujin’s long, stubborn
struggle against tremendous hostile forces — a struggle that any onlooker
would have judged hopeless, at the time. There is no “ideology” of any sort
behind his battles, and behind the iron discipline — the order — which he
imposed upon the people of fifty subdued kingdoms. There is only a patient,
methodical, overwhelming will — the will to survive, — assisted by clear
intelligence, and unfailing knowledge of men, or, rather, by an unfailing
instinct, clearer, surer and more powerful than that which we generally call
intelligence; a mysterious but absolute knowledge of all that was (or could be
made) useful to him, and a constant readiness to act in accordance with what
he knew. Admirable qualities, which would raise any man far above all men,
and which did not fail to set Temujin aside as the greatest conqueror and one
of the greatest men of all times. But they were means to an end. And the end
was first to keep Temujin alive and then to make him and his family secure.
The vision that was to fill the consciousness of the great warrior more and
more compellingly as time and victory increased his power beyond all limits
was neither the salvation of the world for its own sake, nor its destruction, but
the organisation of the world for his own benefit and that of the Altyn Uruk —
the “Golden Family” — his family; for the survival of himself and of his power
in his sons and grand-sons, clad in luxury and seated upon thrones.
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 41.
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1
884-859 B.C.
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***
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 57.
2
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 59.
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destiny. Even in later years, when chroniclers of East and West started
recording his world-shaking deeds, none was to dig out of the great warriors
remote childhood any significant episode, sign of irresistible might to be, as
others had once, for instance, pictured nine year-old Hannibal swearing ever-
lasting hatred of Rome before the altar of his grim gods. And, which is more,
if one possesses any of that particular historical intuition that puts one, so as
to say, in direct touch with the great men of the past, one feels that, had
Temujin remembered such an episode from his boyhood, he never would
have referred to it in following years. As I said before, he was more interested
in his precise purpose than in the exaltation of himself; in solid power than in
glory. There was not a trace of conceit in him. Action alone — victory alone —
mattered in his eyes; not the long genealogy of victory. That was to be lived;
the resplendent result alone, to be recorded. Personal latent capabilities
mattered only when they ceased being latent.
But Destiny was soon to begin forging its instrument. A few days after
Temujin’s betrothal to Bortei, Yesugei was dead — poisoned on his
homeward journey by some Tatar chieftain whose treacherous hospitality he
had enjoyed for a night. Temujin was sent for. He came back at once, only to
find that his father’s followers had deserted the ordu, that his mother had
been refused admission to the tribal sacrifices by the Shaman, and expelled
with her children, with ignominy by the other women of the clan. Riding after
them alone, with the banner of the nine yak tails, — the standard of the Yakka
Mongols, — in vain had the courageous widow tried to shame some of the
tribesmen and urge them to return and swear allegiance to the son of their
deceased khan. According the law of the steppes, she was now the head of
her husband’s ordu, and their legal chieftain until her sons came of age or
until a new khan was elected. But the warriors who had come back for a while
had slipped away again. “The deep water is dried up,” had they declared, in
the poetic language of the nomads; “the strong wheel is broken. Let us go!”
And they had joined the Taijiut chieftains, who were powerful.
An outcasted woman and her children — four sons and a daughter —
and two other boys, sons of Yesugei by another wife, and an old slave, left to
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River Orion while the many tents and flocks moved on towards the summer
pastures under the guidance of new khans: that was all that remained of
Yesugei’s ordu; that was all Temujin’s inheritance; — that and his indomitable
will; the will to survive; the will to endure; the will to win a place for himself
among the merciless men who had thrown hint aside like a useless burden. A
place “among” them? No, but at the head of them, for he was their khan; —
the will to hold his own in the merciless world that belonged, belongs, and
always shall belong to the single-minded, the cunning and the strong.
He was a mere boy in his early teens. He knew not how to read or write
— nor was he ever to know. But he possessed that superhuman will, and he
knew what he wanted: first, to live; and then, to live well: to acquire power for
himself and for his family, and plenty for his people; to put himself in his place
in the world as a khan by divine birth-right. The situation that he now faced
could not have been more accurately summed up than in that tragic dilemma
which another staggering Embodiment of the Will to survive (but of the
collective Will, this time)1 was to set, seven hundred and fifty years later,
before a whole great nation: “Future, or ruin!” He did not bother to analyse it.
He was too young. And also, abstract thought would have taken time; and he
had no time. He set about to hunt; — to live. And he kept in mind his mother’s
constant talk about the vengeance that he was one day to wreak upon his
enemies, the two Taijiut chiefs, Yesugei’s kinsmen, for whom his people had
deserted him.
He hunted — or trapped — whatever there was to be caught: small
game; marmots, even field mice; anything that would fill his stomach. He
even caught fish and brought them home to he cooked and eaten — such
despised food, in the eves of the Mongols, that none would touch it unless
bitterly compelled by the pangs of hunger; but Temujin was hungry. He
struggled to keep himself alive — and fit — at any cost. He quarrelled and
fought with his brothers and half-brothers over the game they captured, and
angry shouts and
1
Adolf Hitler, one of whose first great public speeches was on the subject: “Zukunft, oder
Untergang.”
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hard blows were a. feature of his and their everyday life, in the tiny settlement
on the fringe of the woods by the Onon. Already at that early age, Temujin
seems to have known no scrupules, and no pity. Apparently — like all
naturally single-minded people, from the absolutely selfless idealists, men
“against Time” as I have called them, down to people such as himself, with no
ideology and no idealism whatsoever, but just a precise, self-centred and
unwavering purpose, — he classified the rest of mankind under three well-
defined categories: the useful; the useless (but harmless), and the
dangerous. In his case, this meant the useful to him, the useless as far as he
was concerned, and the dangerous to him — those who stood in his way. His
brother Kasar, strong, and skilled with the bow, and full of an almost dog-like
devotion to him, was eminently useful, and was to remain so all his life. But
Bektor, his half-brother, although he had not his cunning, was stronger than
he, and often robbed him of the best part of his hunt. Temujin decided in his
heart that he was dangerous. And one day, taking Kasar with him to help him
if need be, he walked to the place where Bektor, unprepared and suspecting
nothing, stood, peacefully herding the few horses that the family possessed,
and he killed him straight away with an arrow.
He does not seem actually to have hated him. In cold blood, he just
removed one of the first obstacles from his path. And when the unfortunate
lad, dying, begged him not to harm or desert Belgutei, — the other son of
Yesugei by the same mother, — he readily promised that he would not. And
he kept his word — without difficulty. For Belgutei was not dangerous. (He
even proved useful in later life).
Such an episode shows already, in the lad Temujin, the remorseless
ruthlessness of the future Genghis Khan. But, however important it might
have appeared to him in the heat of his anger, the issue was not worth the
deed. The eldest son of Yesugei had better things to think of. And the wise
widow, Hoelun, — a woman not merely of courage, but of vision also, —
reminded him of the greater issue; of the one issue worthy of all his strength,
watchfulness and cunning at that stage of his life: vengeance upon his foes;
the reassertion of his rights; his rise, from the status of an outcast to that of a
chief, once more. She reminded him and his
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brothers of their absolute isolation in the midst of a hostile world, and of the
compelling struggle constantly before them — the struggle that should make
them forget all pettiness, all jealousy and hatred among themselves. “Save
your shadows,” said she, “you have no companions. Save your horse’s tail,
you have no whip. The wrong done unto you by the two Taijiut chiefs is
unbearable. And when you should be thinking of avenging yourselves on your
foes, you go and do this!”1 She was burning with bitter indignation and
contempt. She did not blame her sons for killing another boy, and a
defenceless one, and their own half-brother. She blamed them for wasting
precious time and energy by doing so — already by wishing to do so, —
instead of thinking solely of their revenge upon their real enemies. She
blamed them — she blamed Temujin — for allowing a side-issue to take,
even for a short time, the first place; for not being sufficiently possessed with
the one-pointed will, without which the most outstanding qualities are as
naught.
Although Temujin thought no more about the incident, he never forgot
the lesson.
***
Hoelun also told him of his ancestors, the Borjigin, the Blue-eyed
heroes, sons of the legendary Blue-Wolf. “Their voices,” said she, “rolled as
thunder in the mountains; their hands were as strong as bears’ paws —
breaking men in two as easily as arrows. In winter nights, they slept naked by
a fire of mighty trees, and they felt the sparks and embers that fell upon them
no more than insect bites.”2
And the lad listened with elation to those ancient tales, in the evenings,
by the fire of his mother’s yurt, while the bitter wind, — that same wind that
had stirred the steppe with aimless fury, on the night he was conceived, —
howled in the near-by birch-tree forests and over the grassy expanses,
endlessly. And the howling of the wind sounded like the unearthly lament of
ten thousand hungry hounds; like the persistant call of ghostly trumpets; like
the cry of dying men and horses upon a battle-field as broad as the world.
Terrible
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 61.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 41.
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neck; and he hid himself entirely in the icy-cold waters of the Onon for a part
of the night, the top of his head concealed among the reeds, until a serving
man, who admired his courage and cunning, helped him to free himself from
the stocks and to reach his tent in safety. And so he grew in years, in
strength, in skill, in self-possession. And the irresistible appeal of his
personality grew with him. Indeed, from these early days of his life as an
outcast, he seems to have developed his ability to bind to his service, for
ever, the very best among all those who came in touch with him. And, as in all
men predestined to stir multitudes into organised action, the appeal of his
personality was the almighty appeal of natural leadership, which leaves none
unmoved, save of course those whom their jealousy and envy of the born-
leader have rendered stubborn in their hatred of him, and... the congenital
idiots.
His strength increased. Constant danger quickened his instinct,
sharpened his wits. Repeated reverses stimulated his determination to
overcome whatever might have caused them; multiplied his resourcefulness;
roused his genius. And the field of his struggle broadened as years passed,
and was to broaden throughout his life until it reached gigantic proportions.
But his aim always remained the same: his own survival; the survival of his
family; his revenge upon the bitterness and destitution of his early years —
the very aim he had when he used to trap and eat marmots and mice, failing
better game, and wait for hours in hiding until he could no longer hear, in the
distance, the hoofs of the Taijiut horsemen who had been seeking to kill him.
Temujin was now a hardy, crafty young man with a handful of admiring
friends — ready followers — and his first task lay before him, namely, the
task of winning back his people from the Taijiut chiefs. But he never was rash.
He took his time felt the ground before proceeding, and allowed the patient
play of circumstances — his invisible allies — to work for him. However, as
soon as his instinct told him that the auspicious moment for a decisive step
bad come, he acted straight away.
Just now, he rode once more to the tents of the Olhonod clan to claim
Bortei, his betrothed, from old Dai Sechen. The latter, feeling in him a
promising young baghatur, did not hesitate to give her to him, although
Temujin was poor and
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still powerless. But he was far from suspecting that, by doing so, he was
making the beautiful young girl immortal. Along with her, he handed over to
his son-in-law a black sable coat: her dowry. It was a magnificent gift, and the
first treasure the son of Yesugei ever possessed.
He valued it, no doubt, for he loved splendid and precious things. Still,
his reaction was neither to remain happy in its ownership, not to exchange it
for gold or silver — other treasures of the same class. There was but one
treasure worth struggling for, in Temujin’s eyes: a life of freedom and of
plenty, which implied — which always implies — a life of power; his birth-
right; the life of a khan of the blood of the Blue-Wolf, son and father of khans.
He presented the sable coat — all he had — as a gift to the powerful chief of
the Kerait Turks, Togrul Khan, whose numerous tents, some of which were
said to be made of cloth of gold, were pitched not far from the Great Wall of
Cathay. And he asked him nothing in return... save his friendship, i.e., his
potential usefulness. The Khan, a crafty old man, whose reputation of riches
had even reached far-away Europe,1 had been pleased to bestow his
protection upon some of the smaller chieftains of the steppes and he had
accepted to be Yesugei’s anda or sworn brother. Temujin turned to him. He
needed an ally in his bitter struggle for survival, and this one could prove
handy. In a gesture of diplomatic genius, he gave him his all, and spoke to
him of the old oath and of the son’s filial allegiance to the father’s patron.
Togrul Khan was flattered and felt inclined to help the young baghatur, if ever
need there were.
Need soon came. The forest Merkit had never forgotten the insult done
to them by Yesugei when he had snatched Hoelun away from one of their
men. They raided the small camp on the border of the Orion, carried off
newly-wedded Bortei to avenge upon her the old wrong, and pursued Temujin
as long as they could — until he reached Burkan Kaldun, the “mountain of
Power,” and took refuge in the thick woods upon its slopes.
All seemed lost, now. All was lost, save Hoelun, the
1
A convert to the Nestorian form of Christianity, Togrul Khan the fabulous “Prester John” of
mediaeval tales.
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Kerulen, of the Tula — of the tributaries of the River Amur as well as of those
of Lake Baikal; of the rivers flowing east as well as of those flowing west and
north, he who was, one day, to conquer in the four directions. He stood there,
grateful and humble — strong, as only the sincerely humble can be. And the
rays of the Sun, Source of power, shone upon his greasy face1 and upon his
thick, fiery-red hair, that the wind shuffled. And in this blue eyes — sign of the
more-than-human blood of the Borjigin, — one could have read the joyous
serenity of a man who knows that nothing can crush him.
Soon, with the help of Togrul Khan’s warrior’s and of Jamuga Sechen
— Jamuga the Wise — who had become his sworn brother, Temujin raided
the Merkit camp, bringing back much loot (or what appeared to him as “much
loot,” at this early stage of his career) and a number of captives who swore
allegiance to him. He won back Bortei. But he was never sure whether her
first-born, Juchi — “the Guest” — was his son or that of the man to whom she
had been given on that night of shame. However, the boy was sturdy — a
future warrior. He would be useful. (In fact, he was, one day, to conquer and
rule the steppes beyond the Caspian Sea). He was welcome, whosever son
he might have been. For Temujin was too intelligent, too practical not to
realise that “healthy children are the most precious possession of a nation.”
But, unlike the superman who uttered these memorable words on several
occasions, in our times,2 he was no idealist. He was only interested in
potential warriors inasmuch as their devotion to him, and their efficiency,
would help him to assert himself as a lord in the steppes, after crushing all his
foes. The very Power of the Eternal Blue Sky before which he humbled
himself — conscious as he was of its awful limitlessness, — he regarded as
his ally in his struggle for power and plenty, like most primitive men look upon
their gods as helpers in the pursuit of personal ends. At the bottom of his
heart, he believed in himself alone. He felt as though the forces of the great
Unseen were the first to come under the spell of his boundless, magic will.
But the impersonal Power of the Blue Sky — if at all
1
The Mongols used to smear their skin with fat, to keep out the cold.
2
Adolf Hitler.
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conscious of itself and of him, — must have regarded him as one of the most
perfect instruments of its everlasting, serene and merciless Play.
***
Nothing seems to bring further success as success itself. Now, after this
first victory, Temujin witnessed many followers come to him of their own
accord, to offer him their services. He already had his own devoted brother,
Kasar, the Bowman, and faithful Bogurchi — the youth who had once lent him
his horse to ride in search of his eight stolen ones, — and Jamuga, his anda
or sworn brother, and Jelmei, the son of one of Yesugei’s former vassals,
who had joined him after the rumour had spread over the steppes that he had
renewed his father’s friendship with Togrul Khan.
Now Munlik, to whom Yesugei had once entrusted him, as a helpless
boy, soon to be an orphan, and who had nevertheless deserted him like the
rest of the ordu, came back to, him with his seven (presently grown-up) sons,
one of whom, named Kokchu, was to win fame as a shaman. Others came
too: some from Temujin’s own Kiyat clan,1 some from other clans, some from
altogether other tribes: Jebei, Kubilai, great warriors; and the very
embodiment of valour, virtue and military genius, Subodai, destined, one day,
to lead the Mongols across Europe, now a bare youth in his teens, full of
passionate devotion to the rising Khan.
Few men in history have inspired in their followers such absolute loyalty
as Temujin. “I shall gather for thee like an old mouse, fly for thee like a
jackdaw, cover thee like a horse blanket, and protect thee like al felt in the lee
of the wind. So shall I be towards thee,”2 young Subodai is said to have told
him, as he joined his nucleus of heroes. And if so, he indeed kept his word to
the end. The other paladins, whatever picturesque similies, different from his,
they might have Used to express their devotion, were equally eager to stand
or fall, with Temujin in his bitter struggle for survival. They loved him, not for
the sake of any great idea behind him
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 41.
2
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 76.
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there was none — but for himself; for the magnetic appeal of his person and
personality; for the complete satisfaction which he gave, in them, to the
natural need of man to be led by a real leader and to worship a living god. He
was a leader, if ever there has been one. And he was a god in the sense that,
even before his staggering victories, nay, even in the depth the forest where
he hid, upon the slopes of Burkan Kaldun, at a hair’s breadth from
destruction, he had in him all the qualifications that were to give him, in years
to come, the empire of Asia. The forces of the Invisible had actually set him
apart, above other men, and associated him with their power. As the
shamans of Mongolia were soon to say, “the power of the Everlasting Blue
Sky” had “descended upon him.” Here, upon earth, he was “Its agent.”1
I repeat: there was no ideology behind any of his undertakings. Even
the great dream of Mongol unity, which was soon to take shape within his
consciousness, if it had not already done so by now, was not the dream of an
idealist. In its materialisation, Temujin merely saw a preleminary condition of
his own survival and security. It is for his survival and his security that his
paladins fought. Also for the loot that they would share with him, naturally, —
and they knew that he was generous, and that he never broke the promises
he made to his friends — but, first of all, for him; for the sheer pleasure of
fighting at his side.
Few men in history have understood — felt — as keenly as Temujin the
eternal, meaning of war, that vital function of healthy mankind (so long, at
least, as man lives “in” Time) as natural as eating or mating. Few have
painted out as clearly as he that destructiveness without hate — such as that
of the hunter, — can never replace the intoxication of victory over human
enemies whom one does hate. His companions, to whom he had once asked
what they considered to be a man’s greatest joy, had replied, as simple
Barbarians would, describing to him the pleasures of the chase. But the future
“Scourge of God” said: “No, ye have not answered well.” And he gave them
his conception of happiness in a few typical sentences: “The pleasure and joy
of man,” said
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 54 and 57.
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he, “lies in treading over the rebel and conquering the enemy; in tearing him
up by the root; in taking from him all that he has; in making his servants wail,
so that their tears flow from eyes and nose; in riding pleasantly upon his well-
fed geldings; in making one’s bed a litter upon the belly and navel of his
wives, in loving their rosy cheeks and kissing and sucking their scarlet lips.”1
Not that he was not always ready to strike, even without the feeling of
aggressive hostility — lust of vengeance, or mere hatred of opposition — at
those whom he regarded as obstacles. That, he surely was, as one can
clearly see in every act of his career, from the casual murder of Bektor, in his
childhood, to the systematic wiping out of all the useless (or those whom the
Mongols considered as such) among the population of conquered cities,
years and years later. Expediency, of course, always came first, with him, the
ultimate incentive of all his actions being his reckless determination to survive
and succeed. But his emotional incentive, whenever he had one also, was
always the pleasure of breaking down whomever and: whatever prevented
his own expansion; whomever stood in the way of his fullest possible self-
assertion; whomever threatened his person, his security, his hold upon
things: the rebel; the rival; the enemy. It is the everlasting incentive of all men
of action-warriors and others — who live entirely “in Time.” But only the best
ones among them, — those who are, like Temujin, free from hypocrisy, —
have the sincerity to admit it to themselves, let alone to tell it to others as
plainly as he did. Of such ones, the son of Yesugei is, perhaps, the first one
in date to have made history on a continent-wide scale (the first in date, at
any rate, about whom enough is known to enable us to trace his psychology,
to a certain extent). That is why we find that frankness in him. Of the other
great self-centred destroyers after him, hardly any is without a notable
amount of hypocrisy in his make-up. And that amount increases — as it is to
be expected — as we get nearer our own times, while in Temujin, — the
“Lightning” — man par excellence, as I have called him, — there is no
pretence.
***
He did not remain’ idle after his victory over the Merkit.
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 88.
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The powerful Taijiut chiefs, still in possession of the greatest part of his
father’s ordu, viewed his alliance with Togrul Khan with suspicion and his first
victory with resentment. This son of Yesugei was surely a baghatur full of
possibilities. They hated him all the more for it, and regretted they had not
killed him years before, when he had been a helpless captive in their hands.
Now he knew of their hatred — his mother had been reminding him of it all his
life — and he knew that he would never survive unless they were destroyed.
And he waged war upon them at the first opportunity.
In one of his encounters with them he was wounded in the neck, by an
arrow, and only lived thanks to the devotion of Jelmei, his faithful squire, who
sucked the wound clean and risked his own life in order to bring Temujin
some curds mixed with water, to drink. As one of his modern biographers
says, “nothing was to come easily to this man.”1 The Taijiut were a numerous
tribe, and Targutai-Kiriltuk and Todoyan-Girte were fierce warriors. Yet, in the
end, Temujin’s nucleus of an army, in which he was already beginning to
enforce that iron discipline that was to make the Mongols invincible, beat
them in a major battle in which Targutai was slain. Todoyan-Girte, captured,
was also put to death. The future conqueror was never to allow an
unreconcilable enemy to live. But a number of minor chiefs who submitted
and swore allegiance to him, were spared, despite some assertions of the
contrary, dismissed by modern historians as tales of fear, or deeds of other
baghaturs erroneously attributed to Temujin.2 And the bulk of the tribe was
also spared, its able-bodied men soon being incorporated into the all-powerful
military machine that was taking shape in the Mongol’s hands: the horde.
Temujin could, no doubt, inflict suffering. Traitors to him, when found out,
were condemned to death by torture. To such a death he had, also, after his
victory over the Merkit, condemned the man who had raped Bortei. But this
he did with a view
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 69.
2
Harold Lamb (in “Genghis Khan, Emperor of all men”) dismisses the story of seventy captured
chieftains boiled alive at Temujin’s orders, as “most improbable,” while Ralph Fox (Genghis Khan,”
edit. 1936, p. 82) states that this treatment was inflected not by Temujin upon the Taijiut, but by
Jamuga, upon seventy of Temujin’s followers, after war had broken out between the two sworn
brothers.
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to strike terror into the hearts of potential enemies. Other-wise he was too
practical to indulge in cruelty for its own sake. He killed to remove obstacles.
Now, after the defeat of the Taijiut, he was the paramount chief in
northern Gobi — quite an important man among the so-called Barbarians, but
nothing to be compared, in riches, with Togrul Khan; and still totally unknown
to the outer world West of the Altai Mountains and beyond the Great Wall of
Cathay. The Chinese, always busy playing a game of balance of power
among their turbulent nomad neighbours, — seeking who was prepared to
help them humble the latest tribe that had given them trouble — did not turn
to him but to the Kerait Turk, to ask for his collaboration in an expedition
which they led against the Tatars. But Temujin joined Togrul Khan in the
expedition and defeated the Tatars. The patronising officials of Cathay gave
Togrul Khan the Chinese title of Wang, which is translated as “prince,” while
Temujin was named something which means “Commander of the frontier” —
a modest military distinction, in comparison. But he does not seem to have
cared. As all practical and single minded people, he never attached undue
importance to external signs of power. The Tatar chiefs now swore allegiance
to him. The Tatar warriors now increased the ranks of his potential army. He
knew what he wanted and where he was going. He had the clear vision of a
day when, in the steppes, he, Temujin, would no longer have any rival or any
enemy; when he, who had been hunted all his life, would emerge at last more
secure and more powerful than his father had ever been. And then... the will
to survive might give way to the will to conquer.... In the meantime, he let the
Kerait chief be “Wang Khan” — “the prince” — and entirely devoted himself to
the organisation of, his warriors and of his increasingly numerous ordu.
The discipline he imposed at first seems to have been rude and
primitive enough. At some feast, at which his drunken followers had started
quarrelling, it is said that he himself brought them to their senses with a
wooden club — the only argument that was sure to be understood, in that
rough society. But the nomads appreciated the fact that, whatever were the
methods he employed, he always managed to control his men; and also that
he kept them in good fighting condition.
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“He feeds his warriors, and keeps his ulus in good order”1 was the opinion the
tribesmen had of him. And it was a much higher opinion than it may sound to
sophisticated people.
But then, he soon proceeded to create a real army out of his hitherto
unruly warriors, and a nation out of the coalesced clans of the Mongols and of
the subdued nomad people. The bravest and most efficient warriors among
those who were blindly devoted to him, companions of his early struggle for
survival, became at the same time his trusted bodyguard and his General
Staff. Others were made officers in command of tribal levies. All those were
the nokud, owing allegiance to no one but to Temujin himself, and invested
with absolute power — with the right of life and death — over the men under
their command. Temujin lay down strict rules, codified in the broader Yasa, of
which I shall speak later on, concerning the equipment, routine and discipline
of the troops. He trained his soldiers and his officers until he had in hand a
force that moved and acted as a single man, — absolutely reliable; absolutely
efficient. He put a stop to all feuds between the tribes that had submitted to
him, crushed individual quarrelsomeness, killed the spirit of individual
independence, moulded the proud Mongols (and the conquered tribes) into
one increasingly numerous, highly disciplined collectivity, in which each and
every unit had but one duty: to obey the authority set immediately above it,
without murmuring, without questioning. The army dominated that nation in
the process of formation. And he, Temujin, was the guiding and organising
intelligence, the will and the soul of the army. The faithful chosen few among
those commanders of genius who were to help him take the world unto
himself, were, in his hands, like hounds in the hands of a mighty hunter —
hounds “fed on human flesh and led on an iron leash,” as the terrorised tribal
chieftains, yet unsubdued, were beginning to think; and whom they described,
in the forceful language of the steppes, full of suggestive similies, the
language of warriors and poets: “They have skulls of brass: their teeth are
hewn from rock; their tongues are shaped like awls; their hearts are of iron. In
place of horse-whips, they
1
Ralph Fax, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 110.
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carry curved swords. They drink the dew and ride upon the wind.... The foam
flies from their mouths, and they are filled with joy.”1
***
The friendship between Temujin and Togrul Khan, the rich Kerait
chieftain, — now “Wang Khan” — was not to endure. True, Temujin had, in
many ways, made himself useful to his father’s anda, whom he courteously
called his “foster-father.” He had been warrying at his side not only against
the Tatars but against the forest Merkit also (who, although once defeated,
were yet far from subdued) and against the Naiman. He had (in exchange of
payment of course) protected caravans against the attack of unruly tribes and
made the trade routes safer than ever before. And in the prosperous Kerait
settlements — half camps and half markets, — the merchants were grateful
to “Wang Khan” for the alliance he had made. But Wang Khan started
intriguing against Temujin with Jamuga, Temujin’s ambitious sworn brother,
who had a personal conception of Mongol unity, different from his. And the
son of Yesugei did not feel safe until he had broken booth these new foes.
But he did not yet feel strong enough to challenge Wang Khan openly,
in a war to the finish, and, after a first indecisive encounter with him, he sent
him an outwardly friendly message mentioning old, bonds, old services, and
expressing the desire of lasting peace — although he knew there could be no
such thing. The old Kerait, and his cunning son, Sen-Kung, knew that also,
and rejected Temujin’s advances. Temujin, again at one of the tragic hours of
his career — again before the same momentous alternative which he had
faced years before, in the pine woods of Burkan Kaldun; the alternative of
“future or ruin,” to quote once more the immortal modern words — withdrew
with his trusted warriors to the marshes round Lake Baljun and waited. And
again the spell of the indomitable will to survive was to compel — so as to say
— the power of the Everlasting Blue Sky to descend upon him and to carry
hint to victory; I say “the spell,” for there is a positive magic
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 101.
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 54.
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Jamuga, had been intriguing with Tayan against him — pointing out, in him,
the enemy of the tribesmen’s proud, personal liberty (which indeed he was;
for individual liberty and iron organisation do not go together.)
The Naiman, despite their number, were defeated, their chief, killed,
and Jamuga, who had fled, captured and brought before Temujin. There was
no longer, for him, any hope, any possibility of becoming important, let alone
powerful. And Temujin, who knew this, was willing to pardon the man who
had sworn him eternal friendship... once, long before, in the days when he
had been poor and hunted, and without friends. In, victory, he could be
generous to an enemy who had ceased being dangerous, a fortiori to an old
friend. But Jamuga did not wish to live. Perhaps he felt that there could be no
place for him in the new world that Temujin was forging out of discipline and
war. He asked to be killed without spilling of blood so that, according to the
belief of the Mongols — his spirit might continue to live, unchanged, in the
world, and “help for ever the descendants of Temujin” (whom he could not
keep himself from loving, at heart, for the sake of old times.) And he was
smothered to death.
Temujin then broke the last resistance of the Merkit, his old enemies,
taking from them his fifth wife, Kulan, whose beauty was to be praised
through the ages by the minstrels of the steppes. Toktoa, the Merkit chief,
was killed. Lesser tribes either were subdued by the irresistible Mongol
horsemen, now organised into a regular army, or came forth and made
submission of their own accord, feeling that there was nothing else that they
could do.
***
Temujin was now the master of all those tribes which he had conquered
and united, from the Altai Mountains to the Great Wall of Cathay. It had taken
him years to win that position — years of patient, stubborn struggle, during
which, more than once, all had seemed to be lost, while again and again his
superhuman will-power had enabled him to triumph over every obstacle,
compelling, as I have said before, through its invincible magic, the Powers of
the Unseen to fight on his side. Thanks to that tremendous will, seconded by
his
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military genius — his skill at organisation; his knowledge of men; his inborn
intuition of historical necessity; — he had indeed survived, he, once the
hunted boy who had lived on the mice and marmots he managed to trap,
robbed of his inheritance, rejected by his father’s scornful tribesmen,
harassed by his deadly enemies, day and night. And not only had he
regained his father’s position among the nomads, but he had created
(apparently out of nothing!) that which the steppe-dwellers had not seen since
the great rise of Turkish power seven centuries before: a real nomad
kingdom, ruled from the saddle. From his very childhood, surrounded on all
sides by treacherous foes, he had understood more and more clearly that
only if he could become a king would he, at last, be safe. And he had fought
to that end, and now, in the fiftieth year of his age, he was, at last, a king. It
only remained for him to be solemnly recognised by the other chiefs of the
steppes who, already, one after the other, willingly or by compulsion, had
accepted his permanent overlordship in peace as well as in war. It only
remained for him to be proclaimed by them as the khan above all khans: —
the Khakhan.
So he summoned a general kuriltai — a meeting of chiefs — on the
banks of the Onon, in the year 1206 of the Christian era, which was the year
of the Leopard according to the cyclic Calendar of the Twelve Beasts. And
the assembled chiefs elected him Khakhan, supreme Ruler “of all those who
dwell in felt tents.” And he distributed honours and duties among them, fixing,
in that historic meeting, the final structure of the great feudal State which he
had been patiently building for over thirty years.
Every faithful chieftain was made a noyon, or prince, and given a
definite domain, with its people — not necessarily all of the same tribe, — as
his ulus, (his personal subjects) and the pastures that would feed their flocks.
Every one had to send an appointed number of warriors from his ulus, to
serve in the Khakhan’s army and fight his wars. The few most tested and
trusted officers — Temujin’s companions all through his struggle, who had
remained at his side in the darkest days, when his fortune had hung in the
balance, — were confirmed in the command of his Guard, that élite of the
Army, now a wonderfully disciplined, most powerful military machine. More
will be said later on of the rights and duties of the new feudal
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lords, of the equipment of the soldiers and of the organisation of the whole
bulk of the people — steadily increasing — under the rule of Temujin or rather
of Genghis Khan (for this was the title, variously translated, which he was
now given); of the Yasa, that famous code of laws which assured the stability
of rise conqueror’s life’s work, as long as his descendants would hold fast to
its commandments and to its spirit. It is sufficient, here, to stress that the
entire organisation of the new centralised State in the midst of the steppes
was inspired by Genghis Khan’s will not only — now — to survive, but to
conquer the outer world in its length and breadth; and not only to conquer it,
but to make his conquests permanent; to make himself, the Mongol Khakhan,
also the emperor of all amen, and the “Golden Family” — Altyn Uruk; — his
blood; his race, — the ruling family of the world, for ever.
Already a middle-aged man with tremendous achievements behind him
— the unification of the tribes of the Gobi was indeed something enormous,
— Genghis Khan thought of anything but “settling down” comfortably as king
of all the lands between the Baikal Lake, the Altai ranges and the Great Wall.
As he beheld the assembled khans who had just elected him as their
overlord; and his own. warriors, camped in hundreds of tents all round the
place of the kuriltai; and as he looked back to his past miseries and triumphs
— to that day to day struggle of over thirty years — from his conquered seat
of power, he did not feel: “I am safe at last, and a khakhan. My work is done.”
No. For he had in him that everlasting youth which is the gift of the
unbending, one-pointed will; that youth in the eyes of which nothing is ever
“finished”; in the mind of which no opportunity ever comes “too late.” He felt
himself at the threshold of his career, not at the end of it. Now — now that he
was at last a khakhan, — he would begin to assert himself. Whatever he had
achieved up till then was only a preparation. He had survived. But why? To
what end? Only to assert himself. Only to conquer; — to break new
opposition, and to take more and more precious things — land; people;
further sources of plenty and of safety, further possibilities, — from new
enemies. His formidable war-machine — the first one of his time and one of
the first ones of all times, — was ready: organised, drilled, equipped,
experienced, and superstitiously devoted to him. With such an army at his
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1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 57.
2
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 50.
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conditions in Asia, in his time — the conditions in the steppes, on one hand,
and the conditions in the two Empires, on the other, — determined how
complete his success was to be. But there is more to be said. His own will
played, in his conquests, a part at least as important as that of those
exceptional circumstances under which it manifested itself. And if those
largely account for the succession of events in his career, the quality and the
direction of his will, and the aspirations of his heart, give the key to him and
situate him in his particular place among the god-like men of action.
As I said before, there was no ideology whatsoever behind his long
bitter struggle for the mastery of the steppes. There was but the sheer will to
overcome his enemies; to free himself from danger, — the will to survive. And
behind those wars that were now to give him mastery over the greatest part
of Asia, there was also no ideology; no sacred zeal. There was the desire of
greater security, and the increasing lust of wealth and well-being for himself
and for his family — nothing more. He conquered for booty. And he organised
his conquests with admirable skill — imposing peace and security upon the
terrorised survivors of the conquered people, — merely in order to make
booty systematic, permanent, and more and more plentiful.
He “welded together into a new nation the people who dwelt in tents,”
and above this nation, he set up “the Mongol clan, the tarkhans and noyons,
companions of his early struggles.”1 But above them (and, in his mind, for
ever and ever) he set up the Altyn Uruk; the “Golden Family”; his own sons
and their sons; his own blood — himself. His people were the servants of his
sons, and his. No doubt, he rewarded their loyalty magnificently.
Nevertheless, he and his sons were the real centre of all his care, the aim of
all his efforts. He was a million miles away from the spirit of the disinterested
modern idealist who wrote: “My son is but a part of my people.”2 And it is this
attitude — and not the necessary ruthlessness of his wars — which makes
him, in our eyes, a man “in Time”; a typical “Lightning-man,” in the succession
of
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 73.
2
“Mein Sohn ist nur ein Teil von meinem Volk.” (Wolf Sörensen, in “Die Stimme der Ahnen”).
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those great Ones that have changed or tried to change the face of the earth.
And the study of his campaigns abroad only deepens that
overwhelming impression of self-centred power that one gathers from, the
early history of his life.
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chance.”1 From the sort of propaganda the most likely to give the Mongols the
desired unity and the best possible fighting spirit, down to the smallest details
concerning the diet of the troops and their daily exercises; down to the
meanest item of military equipment, all was conceived and calculated with
one aim in view: unfailing, machine-like efficiency. “The heavy cavalry wore
armour consisting of four overlapping plates of tanned hide, which were
lacquered to protect them against humidity,” notes the same biographer;
“They were armed with lance and curved sabre. The light cavalry carried a
javelin and two bows, one for shooting from horseback, and another for use
on foot, when greater precision of aim was desired. They had three quivers,
with different calibre arrows, one of which was armour-piercing. The troopers
carried tools, a camp-kettle, an iron ration of dried meat, a water-tight bag
with a change of clothes, which could also be inflated and used in crossing
rivers. All maneuvres were directed by signals, and the whole army worked
as smoothly as a machine.”2 And the soul of that extraordinary human
machine was a newly born Mongol nationalism, which Genghis Khan cleverly
kindled, and used to his own ends.
The numerical inferiority of the Mongols, compared with their enemies,
is also a remarkable fact. Their astounding mobility, their thorough
preparation and their discipline made up for it.
Finally, there is one thing which cannot but impress us as much as if not
more than all the rest, at this stage of the conqueror’s life, and that is (if I may
employ such an unusual combination of words) his own spiritual preparation
for war. Indeed, before leading his army to the mountain passes and across
the Great Wall that had, hitherto, seemed impregnable to the Mongols, —
before engaging himself into a great war that was to last several years, —
Genghis Khan “retired for three days into his tent, with a rope around his
neck, to fast and commune with himself, and then, going to a hill-top, he took
off cap and belt and made sacrifice to the Blue Sky.”3
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 144. Harold Lamb, (“The March of the Barbarians,”
edit. 1941, p. 58), says: “He took no chances.”
2
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 145.
3
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 144.
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He was now well in his “fifties” — for this was five years after the great kuriltai
on the banks of the Onon. With infinite patience and caution, he had marched
irresistibly on and on, and again he had just been taking every thinkable
earthly step to make his new war a success. But his unfailing intuition told him
that even this was not enough, that there were in war imponderable factors,
and that there were means to victory which were neither military nor
economic, nor, generally speaking, human. What exactly did the khakhan
think, alone before the majesty of the Everlasting Blue Sky? No one knows.
But he most certainly felt that there is a secret source of strength in the state
of mind of the man who humbles himself in front of the eternal and
implacable, putting himself and all his schemes into the hands of superhuman
Forces, after having done all that wall humanly advisable in view of success.
But, as one reads that reference to his retirement on the eve of his victorious
onslaught on China, one cannot help remembering that other time — now far
away in his stormy past — when, having lost everything he possessed,
including his newly-wedded young wife, he communed with the Unseen upon
the slopes of Burkan Kaldun, at sunrise, making libations of mare’s milk to the
mysterious Power that had saved his hunted life. One cannot help putting in
parallel those two moments and admiring that quest of the conqueror for
union with something divine, beyond himself, both at the lowest ebb of his
fortune and now, on the eve of his long-prepared victory over the armies of
Cathay. And one cannot help feeling that there was a divine purpose (of
which he himself did not know) behind that stubborn man who fought for his
own security and for the grandeur and riches of his increasing, family.
***
The swiftness and discipline of Genghis Khan’s army and the skill of his
commanders — and his own — overcame all difficulties. The army of the Kin
emperor was defeated in a major battle, the memory of which struck terror for
a long time in the hearts of the Chinese. And slowly — for Peking was not to
surrender till the summer of 1215, — but steadily, the Mongols conquered the
whole country, unto the River
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Hoang-Ho. At first, they avoided walled towns. They raided the land, driving
off horses and cattle, and were content with taking the armies of the Kin
Emperor by surprise and beating them in numberless encounters, while many
“auxiliaries” of Mongol blood deserted the Chinese to join Genghis Khan’s
banner. The terror of the Mongol name, already great, grew and grew. It
increased beyond all measure when the invaders did begin to besiege towns
successfully. For Genghis Khan showed no mercy to the people of the cities
that he captured. “Any resistance was crushed with inhuman methodical
massacre of all that lived within the walls.”1
And although, even after the surrender of Peking, the resistance of the
Kin by no means ceased,2 the entire north of China, Manchuria — and Korea
— were now a part of Genghis Khan’s growing empire, and a source of untold
wealth to him and to his people.
In 1215, leaving behind him Mukuli, a trusted commander, at the head
of the army of occupation, the conqueror, now nearly sixty, rode homewards.
The steppes where he had grown up as a hunted wanderer and fought as the
chieftain of a handful of warriors, now swarmed with foreign slaves; gold and
silver, and priceless objects of ivory and of jade — treasures unheard of —
filled the Khakhan’s coffers; his sons and faithful followers were “clothed in
brocaded silk”3 as he had wished. Arid he now counted among his wives a
Chinese princess, adopted daughter of the Kin Emperor. And a man of royal
blood, wise Yeliu Chuts’ai, descendant of those Khitan Emperors whom the
Kin had dethroned, was his counsellor. One could rightly have said of
Genghis Khan that he had conquered his dream — and more still. He was
now wealthy and dreaded, as he had longed to be all his life. He was a real
king. And had he died at that moment of his career, still his name would have
been great in the history of Asia; still he would have remained the builder of
Mongol power and the father and founder of the new Yuan Dynasty that was
to hold the Dragon Throne for over hundred and fifty years.4
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 59.
2
It was not to be entirely broken till after the second Mongol campaign, under Ogodai, Genghis
Khan’s son.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 56.
4
Until 1370, date of the advent of the Ming.
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But sixty years before — on that cold night when his mother, Hoelun, had
conceived him from her ravisher, — the unnoticed pattern of constellations in
the depth of the “Eternal Blue Sky” had marked him out to be more, far more
than that.
***
Apparently, he could have stayed quiet and enjoyed his conquests; ate
and drunk in peace and plenty among his people, now organised and
prosperous. Maybe, he had himself no intention of doing anything else, and,
as some of his biographers say,1 did not actually want war at this stage of his
life. Or, maybe, the insatiable lust for power and possessions was still as
strong in him as when he had led his tumans through the open gates of the
Great Wall, a few years before. We shall never know. But things were
happening, and were soon to happen, in High Asia, that were to make war
unavoidable. And the hidden, mathematical determinism of the: world,
combined with his own irresistible destiny — the destiny of the child Temujin,
tangible forecast of the changes that had to take place, — drew Genghis
Khan to the West, to unprecedented military greatness; and Asia, to
accelerated decay, after his death.
After Tayan’s death and the defeat of his tribe, which we mentioned in
the preceding chapter, Kuchluk, the Naiman chieftain, had fled to Balasagun,
the capital of the Kara-Khitai country which stretched from the Altai
Mountains, and from the boundary of the former Hsi-Hsia Kingdom, to the
River Syr Daria. The Gurkhan, head of the Kara-Khitai realm, had given him
refuge there, and he, very rapidly, through all manner of treachery, had raised
himself to the position of an, independent ruler. Genghis Khan could wait, but
he never forgot. And. it was, with him, a principle, that no irreducible enemy
should be allowed to live. So, well informed as he was of what had taken
place, — and fully aware of the weakness of Kuchluk’s position in spite of
such a rapid rising — he had ordered one of his trusted generals, Jebei-
Noyon, to march into the land of the Kara-Khitai. The land had been
conquered, and
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p, 162.
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Kuchluk captured and put to death in 1218, three years after the surrender of
Peking. And knowing how unpopular both he and the Gurkhan had made
themselves by persecuting the Moslems and Nestorian Christians, and what
bitter hatred these all nourished towards the Buddhists in the whole realm,
the Mongol general had proclaimed complete religious freedom in the name
of the Khakhan, a gesture which had made him appear as a liberator in the
eyes of a great section of the people, and had immensely strengthened the
hold of the Mongols upon the country.
Genghis Khan’s empire now practically bordered that of the Khwarizm
Shah, i.e., that of the Turkoman dynasty which ruled, in the place of the
former Seljuk Sultans, over Turan and the whole of Iran, — from the mouth of
the Ural River, and the land north of the Aral Sea, down to the Persian Gulf,
and from Iraq to the Hindu Kush. But again, at first, nothing seemed to
foreshadow war between the two potentates.
Yet, war was to break out. As I said: it was Asia’s destiny, linked up with
the extraordinary destiny of the son of Yesugei. The greed and folly of the
governor of Otrar (a frontier town on the border of the two empires) and the
incapacity of Mohammed ben Takash, the ruling Khwarizm Shah, to face the
situation as a realist, were the pretext and the immediate cause of the war.
Genghis Khan had sent an embassy to the Khwarizm Shah — who had
first sent him one, at the close of the Chinese campaign. A caravan, “a
trading enterprise of the Moslem merchants” who now surrounded the Mongol
conqueror, followed. “Its five hundred camels carried nuggets of gold and
silver, silk, ... the furs of beaver and sable, and many ingenious and elegant
articles of Chinese workmanship.”1 When this caravan reached Otrar, the
local governor had the merchants and their servants massacred and the
treasures seized. Genghis Khan, who, even in great indignation, always
remained too practical to be rash, did not, at once, in answer to that outrage,
wage war on Mohammed ben Takash, however difficult it might have
appeared to believe that the deed had been perpetrated without the latter’s
knowledge. He sent, instead, a second embassy, to demand of him the
punishment of
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936).
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the governor of Otrar and compensation for the losses. And it is only after the
head of this embassy had been murdered by order of the Khwarizm Shah, in
defiance of all accepted notions of right, and its other members shamefully
treated, that he decided on war, and started preparing his march to the west
as minutely and methodically as he had, years before, his onslaught on
Cathay. There was no other honor cable course which he could take. But this
war was to be a war to the finish. And the Khwarizm Shah must often have
regretted not having avoided it while it was yet time.
For, in Genghis Khan, bitter, immediate resentment at the feeling of
insult, and thirst of revenge, kindled the old will to conquer into a superhuman
force of destruction. In all his campaigns the conqueror had shown, swiftness
— no sooner the time of patient preparation had come to an end and action
had started, — along with unprecedented ruthlessness. But in this one, — his
last one, — he was to strike with the sudden irresistibility of Lightning and to
bring about such wide-scale desolation as only great physical cataclysms —
only God Himself — can work out upon the earth. He was to prove himself, if
ever, animated with that which I have called in the beginning of this book, the
spirit of “Lightning.”
With the same efficiency as always, the conqueror’s extraordinary
“intelligence service” gave him all the necessary information about the
enemy’s country and conditions of life and political intrigues, about his exact
strength and weaknesses, before war actually started. As always, every detail
concerning the mobilisation, the training, the equipment and transport of
troops was patiently worked out, and every predictable difficulty surmounted
before hand. And once more, in order to draw to himself the divine Power of
the invisible world, which he felt at the back of all his achievements), Genghis
Khan humbled himself before the one thing he knew to be greater than he;
the Everlasting Blue Sky. “He went alone to a height near the Mountain of
Power, and took the covering from his head, the girdle from his waist. For
hours le communed with the spirits of the high and distant places; and he
came down with a message: the Everlasting Blue Sky had granted victory to
the Mongols.”1 As Harold Lamb says,
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 62.
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he probably had the intention of strengthening the morale of his people at the
beginning of a great new campaign. But I somewhat feel there was more than
that in this ritual gesture of allegiance to the Invisible. It was a gesture of
supreme wisdom, without which Genghis Khan would not have been Genghis
Khan. It was, on the part of the greatest conqueror of all times, the,
recognition that even his career was but an episode in endless Time, and
even he but an instrument in the hands of the heavenly Forces that lead the
Dance of Time; that, however much he fought for himself, he too fought for
the purpose of all Creation.
The Dance of Time is the Dance of death — and rebirth; and the
purpose of all Creation is destruction — before a new Creation; death, before
the glory of a new Beginning. Many things were to be destroyed in old Asia.
So, “tending the remount herds and the wagon trains,”1 slowly but
methodically, — as irresistible as Time Itself, — on went the Mongol tumans
over the mountain ranges, the natural barrier between the Eastern steppes
and the world of Islam. They felled trees, broke down rocs, and built roads
and bridges as they went. They were not hundreds of thousands, as the
vanquished were soon to imagine in their terror. They were, according to
Ralph Fox, barely seventy thousand regular Mongol soldiers, to which
estimate one should add an equal number of levies from the subject Turkish
peoples,2 and, according to Harold Lamb, “some fifteen divisions of ten
thousand men.”3
A surprise raid of Juchi, the eldest prince, of the Golden Family, across
the Ak-Kum Desert and the Kara-Tau Hills to the lower Syr Daria region, i.e.,
in the direction of the Aral Sea, deceived the enemy. While Jelal-ud-Din, son
of Mohammed-ben-Takash, uselessly pursued the raiders (who disappeared
as swiftly as they had appeared), Genghis Khan’s main army, concentrated
near Lake Balkash, was resting, after its long and difficult westward march,
and preparing to attack. All was ready by the autumn of 1219. Yet, not until
the early spring of 1220 did Genghis Khan order his general Jebei-Noyon,
(who, by the way, was not with the main army, but
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 62.
2
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 199.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 62.
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1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 202.
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a march through the desert would have been impossible at any other season
of the year”‘, says the modern biographer that we have quoted so many
times.
Once more, swiftness of movement determined the Mongols’ victory.
On the 11th of April, 1220, while Mohammed-ben-Takash fled for his life, the
son of Yesugei entered the prosperous and populous city of Bokhara — the
hallowed seat of Islamic learning — without encountering almost any
resistance. His first orders to the vanquished were to bring hay and water for
his tired horses and food for his men.
For a few days, the Mongols gave themselves without restraint to
feasting and to lechery. Then, they turned to Samarkand, that the combined
forces of Juchi and Chagatai and Jebei-Noyon were attacking from the east.
The famous “city of gardens and of palaces” had no choice but to surrender
and to be plundered. Its inhabitants were not systematically killed as in the
case of towns that resisted the Mongols. The great bulk of the people of
Bokhara (who had also not resisted) had been driven before the conquerors
to be used in groups “as a human shield for the first ranks of the Mongol
attack on Samarkand.”2 And the captives of Samarkand were later on driven
off to help the Mongols fill the ditch round Urganj, the besieged capital of the
Khwarizm Shah. In the meantime, during the autumn and winter 1220,
Genghis Khan allowed the greater part of his army to rest in Samarkand while
a force of thirty thousand men, under Subodai and Jebei-Noyon, had been
commanded by him to pursue Mohammed Shah “like the flying wind,”
wherever he might take refuge.
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1
Ralph Fox, Ibid.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 64.
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1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 210.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1943), p. 63.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 65.
4
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 63.
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to them as “the scourge of Allah” and, wherever his army passed, it was like
the end of the world — the end, at least, of that world which they knew. Yet,
even if the figures were to be brought down to their half, still they would
suggest a magnitude of slaughter unprecedented in history.
It is noticeable that material signs of power, wealth or culture — strong
walls, works of irrigation, libraries; — for which the conquerors had no use,
were no more respected than human life; that the destruction was as
complete and as impartial as it could possibly be when wrought by man’s
imperfect weapons under the guidance of man’s will; as similar as it could
possibly be to the total, indiscriminate destruction wrought by ever-changing
Nature through her storms, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, or simply
through all-devouring Time, the very Principle of Change.
Yet, it was destruction wrought by man, at the orders of a self-centred
man of genius and, ultimately, for that man’s personal ends. Genghis Khan
“deliberately turned the rich belt of Islamic civilisation into a no-man’s-land.
He put an end to the agricultural working of the country, creating an artificial
steppe here, on the frontier of his new empire; making it — he thought —
suited to the life of his own people.”1 And he did this, apparently conscious of
the fact that only if his people, the nomad Mongols, remained nomadic, could
sons and grandsons continue for ever to govern the empire he had won them,
and to enjoy its wealth. He felt that he had to destroy so that he and his sons
and their sons might thrive — not on account of any real or supposed natural
right of theirs to domination, not in the name of any real or supposed naturally
superior rank of theirs in the everlasting scheme of Creation, but simply
because they were his progeny; his “Golden Family.” As I already stated: he
loved himself in them — not them and himself in his broader and higher self:
his race, integrated, in its proper place, in the still broader realm of Life,
human and non-human, as a true idealist, a man “against Time” — capable of
no less methodical and thorough destruction as he, but in an entirely different
spirit — would have done in his place. He was essentially the embodiment of
separativeness, the God-appointed agent of Death; of
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians,” (edit, 1941) p. 66.
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all the men “in Time,” as I have called them in the beginning of this book, the
nearest to the unchanging Principle of separativeness and destructiveness —
of change —: Mahakala; Time.
Indeed, when one reads the description of the terror that followed his
horsemen wherever they went in Khorasan and Afghanistan, and specially
when one ponders over the emotionless, remorseless, methodical character
of the mass-slaughter they wrought, one cannot help admiring the
detachment and efficiency with which the latter was carried out, and secretly
regretting that such wide-scale, machinelike power of killing was not applied
in the service of a better cause — of some impersonal truth; of some more-
than-human justice, in the spirit expressed by Lord Krishna when, exhorting
the warrior Arjuna, in Kurukshettra, He told him, speaking of the enemies he
was to slay: “These bodies of the embodied One, Who is eternal,
indestructible and immeasurable, are known as finite. Therefore fight, O
Bharata!”1
But that was not the spirit of Genghis Khan, the warlord submitted to the
bondage of self and therefore of Time. And now and then an episode that
history has brought down to us — such as that of the annihilation of Bamyan
— stands out to show what a gap separates the Mongol conqueror, despite
all his undeniable grandeur, from the ideal of the warrior “against Time” as
portrayed in the old Sanskrit Scripture. At the siege of Bamyan, in
Afghanistan, Mukutin, son of Chagatai, and one of the young grandsons of
Genghis Khan, was killed. As we have seen, in all the conqueror’s
campaigns, cities that had, to any extent, resisted the Mongols, had been
destroyed, and the greater part of their inhabitants put to the sword. But the
blood of the Golden Family, even though it were shed through the veins of
one single individual, was still more precious, in Genghis Khan’s eyes, than
that of any number of Mongol soldiers, and cried for a greater vengeance.
The old Khakhan, therefore, commanded that all living creatures — people
without the customary discrimination between the useful and the useless;
beasts; and the very birds of the air, — be killed to the last, in and round
Bamyan, and that all trace of the town upon the earth be wiped out. And “the
order was strictly carried out,”2 notes the modern biographer
1
The Bhagavad-Gita, II, Verse 18.
2
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 214.
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of Genghis Khan, — who cannot help contrasting the horror of that deed with
the serene, unearthly beauty symbolised in “the great cave of Buddhas,” high
up on the mountain-side, above the destroyed city full of decaying corpses.
The opposition is indeed staggering. It is, carried to its utmost forcifulness,
the lasting contrast between the man “in Time” and what we have called the
man “above Time.”
But one should not miss its real meaning by allowing one’s mind to be
swayed by hasty reactions. Despite all appearances, it is not the contrast
between destructive fury and boundless kindness — love towards all
creatures — which is the most remarkable, the actual contrast. It is the
opposition between the family-centred, i.e., self-centred attitude of Genghis
Khan, as illustrated by that as by many other of his actions, and the perfect
detachment of the Indian Sage from all ties. There, — in what they are far
more than in what they do, — lies the gap between the man “in Time” and the
Man “above Time.” And, I repeat, had the self-same mass-slaughter taken
place, but in the name of some impersonal necessity worth its while, and not
for the sake of that primitive passion of family vendetta which, in the
circumstance, animated Genghis Khan, the physical contrast between the
beautiful, peaceful cave on high and the place of massacre, pervaded with
the stench of death, would have remained; and it would, doubtless, have
been equally impressive in the eyes of the superficial observer; nay, it would
have stirred the same feelings, that one guesses, — the feelings nowadays
so lavishly exploited in all cheap “atrocity campaigns” for mass consumption
— in the hearts of unthinking humanitarians. But it would have been just a
physical, an outwardly contrast; it would not have expressed any real
contrast, from the standpoint of integral truth, for men “against Time” —
capable of destruction in a detached spirit and “in the interest of Creation” —
and men “above Time” walk along parallel paths, in eternity if not in history;
along parallel paths different from that followed by those, however great, who
are still within the bondage of Time.
***
During this whole lightning-like campaign, only once did the Mongols
experience the bitterness of defeat; and that was at Perwana, where Jelal-ed-
Din, the fugitive son of the
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the right decisions in the wink of an eye at the right moment; in other words,
in qualities eminently characteristic of those men whom we called men
“above” and “against” Time, lies the secret of Genghis Khan’s greatness. The
fact that he used these splendid qualities entirely in view of the materialisation
of a self-centred purpose and in a self-centred spirit, makes him a man “in
Time” all the more appalling, in certain of his activities, that one is more
aware of what a warrior endowed with his virtues could have been, had he
only cared to serve, in the words of the Bhagavad-Gita, “the interest of the
Universe” — of the whole of Creation — instead of his own and that of his
family.
It was, no doubt, difficult, and perhaps impossible, for a Mongol to raise
himself to that attitude — and to cling to it, — specially when having attained
absolute power after years and years of hardships and struggle. It would
seem that the Mongol, nay, that man of Mongolian race in the broader sense
of the word, can only be perfectly disinterested when he feels himself the
follower of somebody — man or god — not when he happens to be, himself,
the source of power. And yet... it is not easy to assert how far the great
conqueror’s practical, pitiless self-centredness is an inherent trait of his race.
Ralph Fox has, somewhere in his book, compared Genghis Khan’s practical
qualities with those of “the founders of the great capitalistic enterprises of the
last century, men who also stopped at nothing, who ruined their enemies
gleefully and stole their wives and daughters no less gleefully; men who
organised great empires, also, — empires of steel and power”;1 — men like,
him essentially self-centred; we would say: like him living essentially “in
Time.” Yet, those were not Mongols. Nor was, before them, the overrated
Corsican upstart Napoleone Buonaparte, he, at least, a warrior, — and one of
undeniable military genius, although a pigmy even in that respect, when
compared with Genghis Khan, — who led the French to the conquest of
Europe in order to secure comfortable thrones for his worthless brothers. Nor
were so many self-centred organisers of all sorts, of lesser magnitude,
military or political — or both — who left somewhat of a name in history. The
truth is that absolutely disinterested — selfless — characters, “men against
Time” as we
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 88.
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have called them, are extremely rare among the great nation-building warriors
as, in general, among the remarkable men of action of any race or epoch.
***
Jelal-ed-Din did not enjoy for long the advantage given him by the one
single victory he had won. His last stronghold fell to Genghis Khan in the
autumn of 1221. By then, most of the tumans that had taken part in the siege
of Urganj, or scaled the Caucasus and pushed into the Russian plains as far
as the Sea of Azov, had joined the main Mongol forces. It seemed as though
nothing could stein the conqueror’s advance.
The Khakhan overtook the Turkish prince as the latter had reached the
Indus River, and there he defeated him in a last pitched battle and sent a
cavalry division in pursuit of him. But the raid beyond the Indus “was not
pressed home”1 and it is not till years later — after the death of Genghis Khan
— that Jelal-ed-Din (who, in the meantime, had secured himself a new
kingdom in Iraq) was again hunted along the highways by the Mongols, and
that he met his end. Yet, one can safely say that at the moment he crossed
the Indus he was, already, for all intents and purposes, “politically dead” — no
longer able to stand in the way of the Mongols. And he never was to acquire,
anyhow, but a shadow of power.
Before starting, in the spring of 1223, the long homeward journey back
to his native Mongolia, Genghis Khan had a few conversations with one of
those rare men “above Time” that Asia has never failed to produce, even in
the darkest periods of her history: the Chinese sage Ch’ang Ch’un, a Taoist.
The main reason why he had invited the wise Cathayan to his camp shows
how much the conqueror was, despite all his greatness, submitted to the
bondage of Time and conscious of it: he wanted to learn from Ch’ang Ch’un
the secret of prolonging physical life and strength indefinitely. He had heard
that the seekers of the Tao — the priests and monks of Ch’ang Ch’un’s sect
— were in possession of such a secret. From his boyhood he had been
fighting in order to survive; and in order to leave his family power and riches
— the greatest enjoyment of life — in inheritance. Now that he was growing
old, he clung to life
1
Ralph Fox “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936).
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more and more. His mind was not sufficiently detached to accept death
joyfully — as so many of his own followers had accepted it for his sake. (His
followers had him to love and to die for; but he loved nobody save himself
and his progeny, being, in that respect, no better than millions of lesser men.)
And when the serene man of meditation, the man “above Time,” told him that
there was “no medicine for acquiring immortality,” he was disappointed. Yet,
he was sufficiently impressed by Ch’ang Ch’un’s talk to grant him a decree
exempting “all Taoist priests and institutions from the payment of tax.”1
***
1
Ralph Fox. “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 234. Harold Lamb, loc. cit., p. 70.
2
Ralph Fox. “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 240.
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seventy years before. The men who carried him, lying in his coffin upon a
two-wheeled wagon, killed every living creature, human being or beast, that
they met on their way, according to Mongol custom.1 In death as in life a trail
of blood was to follow that extraordinary man, who had come into the world
clutching a clot of blood in his right hand.
He was buried in some place that he had himself designated long
before — probably somewhere in the shade of Burkan Kaldun, the “Mountain
of Power,” on which he had once communed with the Eternal Blue Sky, in the
hour of distress; near the head waters of the Onon and of the Kurulen, but no
one knows where, to this day, save, perhaps, (it is believed) a very small
number of Mongols, who keep the knowledge religiously secret.
When he lay in his grave, with offerings of meat and grain, with his bow
and sword, and the bones of the last warhorse that he had mounted,2 it was
solemnly announced by the chief-shaman — the Beki, — who had presided
over the burial ceremony, that his sküldé or life-spirit had left his body to
abide for ever in the Banner of the Nine Yak Tails — the banner of the
Mongol tribe — so that it might, there, continue to lead his army to victory.
For, kindled by the consciousness of the sombre beauty of his great life, the
will to conquer had survived the conqueror. And his sons would continue and
extend his work: strengthen the hold of the ever wealthier and more powerful
Golden Family upon Asia and — they hoped — upon the world.
1
So that no enemies might see the death cart of the Khan (or be, indirectly, caused to learn of his
departure). (Harold Lamb, loc. cit, p. 75).
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 77.
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CHAPTER VII
The impulse which Genghis Khan had given the Mongols did not abate
with his death. On the contrary: conquest went on with amazing rapidity and
thoroughness — and skill — under his immediate successors, as though the
god-like warrior’s sküldé had indeed taken abode in the Mongol banner.
As we have said, Genghis Khan died in August 1227. Soon afterwards,
the last resistance of the Kin (whose Emperor had gone south) was broken,
Nan-king stormed, and the whole of China down to the River Yang-Tse
definitively brought to submission. This was mainly the work of Subodai, the
veteran general, who had served Genghis Khan all his life. But Ogodai —
now Khakhan, — and his brother Tuli (who died on his way back to
Karakorum) had led separate armies operating together with his, all through
the early part of the campaign. Then, but a few years later, — in the summer
of 1236, — the Mongol tumans, rested, and equipped anew, (provided with “a
corps of Chinese engineers under the command of a k’ung pao, a master of
artillery”1) were again marching west; covering the sixty degrees of longitude
that separated them from the limit, of the already conquered lands, in order to
conquer more. Batu, son of Juchi, of whom the rich grasslands of Russia
were to be the heritage; Mangu, son of Tuli; the promising young war-lord
Kaidu, son of Kuyuk son of Ogodai, and Subodai, led the irresistible forces.
The same unbelievably patient and cautious preparations as in the days of
the dead conqueror, followed by the same swift action at the decisive,
moment, characterised this new great campaign — the second one without
the material presence of Genghis Khan. (They were to characterise all the
following Mongol campaigns, for another thirty years.)
The results are known. They are: the total collapse
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 121.
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all Russian resistance and the conquest of half Europe by Genghis Khan’s
countrymen. “In the month of February (1237), writes the historian, “twelve
walled cities were obliterated. In the short space between December and the
end of March, the free peoples of central Russia vanished. And the sturdy
and turbulent independence of the Variag-governed Slavs ceased to be.”1
The half-byzantine city of Kiev, which the Mongols named “the Court of the
Golden Heads” on account of the resplendent domes of its many churches,
was stormed on the 6th December 1240 and completely destroyed. And the
Western march culminated in the famous battle of Liegnitz, (at which, on the
9th April, 1241, Kaidu crushed the coalesced armies of Henry the Pious,
Duke of Silesia, and of the Margrave of Moravia, before King Wenceslas of
Bohemia had had time to join them,) and, nearly at the same time, in the
defeat of King Bela on the banks of the River Sayo, and. in the conquest of
Hungary by Subodai and Batu, soon followed by a further advance of the
Mongol hosts, who, crossed the frozen Danube on Christmas Day and who,
“with Gran smoking behind them, circled Vienna and pushed on as far as
Neustadt.”2 The arrival at the Mongol camp, in February 1242, of a courier
from far-away Karakorum, with news of the Khakhan’s death and the order to
march back to the kuriltai to be held in the homeland, put an end to the
conquest of Europe. But Russia was to remain under Mongol yoke for over
three hundred years.
But that was not all. A little later — in 1253, when Mangu, son of Tuli,
had succeeded short-lived Kuyuk son, of Ogodai, as, Khakhan, — Kubilai,
Tuli’s second son, “was ordered to march against the Sung Empire in
southern China, that had never been invaded by Barbarians”3 while, at the
other end of Asia, Hulagu, another of Mangu’s brothers, started the campaign
that was to make him the master of eastern Asia Minor, Syria and Iraq,
extending the limits of the domination of the Golden Family to the shores of
the Mediterranean and to the Arabian sands.
In 1258, Mostasem, last Khalif of Baghdad, was captured
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 130.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 156.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 208.
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in his city. Hulagu had him wrapped in felt and trampled under the hoofs of
the Mongol horses, so that his blood — royal blood — might not be shed.
Baghdad was put to sack, and ruined. And although, about to march into
Egypt, the grandson of Genghis Khan turned from his conquest at the news
of Mangu’s death, to take part in the meeting of the Mongol princes in their
distant homeland — as Subodai and Kaidu had turned from the conquest of
Western Europe seventeen years before; — and although none of his
descendants were ever to resume the onslaught against the civilised lands of
the South, still, his son, Abaka, and, after him, five other princes of his blood,
known in history as the “Il-Khans of Persia,” ruled in succession over the
greater part of the lands he had conquered. The dynasty lasted till 1335.
Meanwhile, in the Far East, Kubilai, now Khakhan after Mangu, and the
master of the whole of China and of Yu-nan after years of war, received the
formal submission of the lords of Tong-King and sent his fleets “to raid the
Malayan coasts, and officers in disguise to explore the distant island of
Sumatra.”1 And his descendants, known in the Chinese annals as “the Yuan
Dynasty,” held their domination until the priest Chu, known as Tai-Tsong,
overthrew Shun-Ti, the last of them, in 1368, becoming himself the founder of
the Ming Dynasty.
In the steppes of High Asia, “from the forested Altai to the heights of
Afghanistan”2 — between the Chinese world, domain of Kubilai and of his
sons, to the East, and the domain of the Il-Khans, sons of Hulagu, and that of
the Khans of the Golden Horde, sons of Batu or sons of his brother Birkai, to
the West, — ruled Kaidu, son of Kuyuk son of Ogodai; Kaidu, the victor of
Liegnitz. “He had knit together the lands of the house of Ogodai — his own —
and of the house of Chagatai.”3 With his warrior-like daughter Ai-Yuruk, —
one of the most fascinating feminine historic figures of all times, — constantly
at his side, he lived and fought in the old Mongol fashion, contemptuous of his
uncles’ increasing luxuries, and made frequent inroads into the lands of
Kubilai Khan, to whom he never submitted. Of all Genghis Khan’s grandsons
and great-grand-sons,
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 275.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 243.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 274.
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he was, perhaps, the one who resembled the great ancestor the most. Yet, in
glaring contrast to him, “the one thing Kaidu lacked was patience.”1 And that
was enough to keep him in the background of history for ever, after the
brilliant part he played under Subodai’s guidance, during the European
campaign. One cannot help wondering what a different course events in Asia
might have taken, had the gifted prince been also endowed with that mastery
in the art of waiting, which is the quality of the strong, par excellence.
However, the fact remains that the map of the lands conquered by
Genghis Khan and by his immediate successors under the impulse his genius
had given them, is singularly impressive. Never had there existed on earth
such a great empire. Its territory stretched, in latitude, from the frozen
“tundras” of Northern Siberia to the Persian Gulf, the Himalayas, and the
jungles of Burma and Tong-King, and, in longitude, from the Danube and the
Eastern Mediterranean to the Pacific Ocean. And the varied peoples thus
assembled under the yoke of one family comprised more than half the total
number of human beings.
***
And that was not all. More impressive even than the extent of the
Mongol Empire was its extraordinary organisation, and the peace and
security that followed, wherever Mongol domination was firmly established.
“The Mongols proved in practice that they were as splendid organisers as
they were soldiers,”2 writes one of Genghis Khan’s modern biographers,
summing up the staggering impression of efficiency in peace as well as in war
that thirteenth century European observers — both monks and traders —
gathered from a close contact with the Empire of the steppes.
The most obvious mark of that amazing genius for organisation was,
perhaps, the perfect safety in which travellers and merchants, and preachers
of every faith, could move from relay to relay along the great post roads that
ran in every direction, from one end of the Empire to the other. In Genghis
Khan’s own days, or under his immediate successors Ogodai
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians,” p. 125.
2
Ralph Fox, loc. cit, p. 254.
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and Kuyuk, it is said that a fifteen year-old virgin, covered with jewels, could
have walked through Asia unmolested, so high was the standard of honesty
and so strict the discipline imposed upon every human being by the
conqueror’s iron code of laws: the Yasa. And over a hundred years later, at
the time the Florentine trader Francesco Balduci Pegolotti went along it as a
representative of the important commercial firm of the Bardi, the land route to
Cathay, which started from Tana on the Sea of Azov, was still “the safest in
the world,”1 thanks to the fact that the conqueror’s policy had been, to a great
extent, carried on by his descendants. A merchant needed no escort
whatsoever. In spite of many changes in the political structure of the Empire,
Genghis Khan’s Yasa still preserved the “Mongolian peace” within all lands
from Poland to the Pacific Ocean, at least as far as harmless travellers were
concerned.
“Dictated by Genghis Khan from time to time and traced upon leaves of
gold by his secretaries,”2 the Yasa was a strange code of laws. Age-old tribal
regulations designed to enforce, a certain amount of cleanliness among the
Mongols or illustrating the nomads’ particular conception of the spirit-world
and their idea of its interference in human affairs, were to be found in it, side
by side with dictates of a far broader scope — dictates revealing the
conqueror’s will to make his conquest everlasting and his actual capacity of
doing so if only... his successors would faithfully abide by his commands. It
was, for instance, among many other things, forbidden to urinate upon the
ashes of a fire, or to pollute running water even by making ablutions or
washing clothes in it, for that water was to be drunk (and in Central Asia
streams are rare). It was also forbidden “to walk in running water during the
spring and summer” or “to walk over a fire” so as “not to trouble the titulary
spirits of fire and water.”3 But at the same time, all Genghis Khan’s subjects
were ordered “to respect all religious faiths without being bound by any one
faith”4 and not to quarrel with one another on any account.
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936), p. 187.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 95.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 96.
4
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 96.
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The Yasa, in fact, imposed death penalty “for any evidence of quarrelling —
even for spying upon another man, or taking sides with one of two who were
disputing together”;1 and religious toleration was enforced only in order to
avoid further occasions of dispute and further germs of division among the
millions of people that the conqueror wished to unite. Likewise, fornication,
sodomy, magic and deliberate lying — all sins that could give rise to personal
jealousies and sow seeds of dissension among people, and that could not but
enervate them both physically and morally; or sins that might forward
possibilities of rebellion — were punished by death; so was, also, and above
all, “disobedience to an order” and “any attempt of a lesser man to use the
authority that belonged to the khakhan alone.”2 The only loyalty which both
Mongols and subject people were to share was loyalty to the khakhan
“Emperor of all men”; their one religion above all religions wad to be the
strong sense of duty that bound them to him through the representatives of
his authority at all levels of that military hierarchy upon which rested,
throughout the conquered world, what we have called “the Mongol peace.”
In other words, the Yasa was, first and foremost, a military code
designed to stabilise for all times to come the result of Genghis Khan’s
conquests — and of the conquests of his successors; — a legal system that
would “hold his Mongols together as a clan through all changes in fortune,”3
and also hold down the subject people under them, permanently. And it is
only to be expected that it went into many details with regard to the
equipment and discipline of the army in war time,4 while it imposed upon all
Mongols a truly military-like comradeship and equality in peace time as well.
(No Mongol was “to eat in the presence of another without sharing his food
with him,” and “no one was to satisfy his hunger more than another”).5 But it
was also, as Harold Lamb has written, “a one-man’s family code,”6 for in
Genghis Khan’s eyes Mongol domination meant nothing else but the
domination of the
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 96.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit, 1941), p. 96.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 95.
4
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 121.
5
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 95.
6
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 97.
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***
The respect in which the legislation was held was due to the personal
devotion that every Mongol felt for Genghis Khan, rather than to ideological
reasons. Genghis Khan’s world
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 95.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 97.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 97.
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was obeyed blindly, unconditionally, even years after his death, just because
it was his word — the word of a victorious Leader in whom every Mongol
revered the one appointed by the Everlasting Blue Sky to rule the earth. For
two generations, nobody — save, perhaps, Juchi, and his son Batu, —
dreamed of disobeying its dictates. It stated, for instance, that, at the death of
a khakhan, the princes of the Golden Family and the chieftains of the army
should gather, from wherever they might happen to be, in the Mongolian
homeland, for the election of a new khakhan. So when, in February 1242, the
news of Ogodai’s death was brought to Subodai’s headquarters on the
Danube, the veteran general and the Mongolian army just about to move
further west and to conquer the whole of Europe (where nothing could have
stopped them) turned back, and started the long long journey to Karakorum
as a matter of course. To Subodai, — and to every one of the chiefs, save
Batu, — to disregard the summons to the appointed kuriltai was
“unthinkable.”1 And as the conqueror had expressly designed his second (or
third) son, Ogodai, to be khakhan after him, the Mongol chiefs had sworn at
their first kuriltai never to elect a khakhan who were not a member of the
house of Ogodai; and at the second gathering of the blood-kin, after Ogodai’s
death, they elected Kuyuk, Ogodai’s son. But although nobody — not even
Batu — dreamed of questioning the authority of the Yasa openly, those of its
dictates that stood in the way of mere than one ambitious member of the
Golden Family were simply ignored (if not deliberately brushed aside) after
Kuyuk had died; and more and more so, as time went on.
Mangu’s election to the supreme dignity of khakhan, away from the
Mongol homeland, in Batu’s camp at the mouth of the River Imil, at a kuriltai
at which not one of the princes of the house of Ogodai was present, was
illegal from the standpoint of the Yasa. And even more so (if that be possible)
was, after Mango’s death, the election of his brother Kubilai, in the Chinese
town of Shang-tu, at an assembly attended only by the officers of the Left
Wing of the army — of his army — and by Chinese officials. These elections,
the result of both of which was a further blow to the unity of the Mongol
Empire, in defiance of Genghis Khan’s life-long
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 161.
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aim and dearest dreams, were possible only because the members of the
Golden Family that were thus favoured loved themselves and their own sons
more than the memory of the great Ancestor to whose conquests they owed
their place in the world; more than the Golden Family at large, whose
domination he had struggled to secure at all costs. In other words, Mangu
and Kubilai, (and, still more than they, their ambitious and patient mother,
Siyurkuktiti, whose clever intrigues are at the bottom of the rise of the house
of Tuli to supreme. power) had Genghis Khan’s own attitude to life: nothing
guided them in their decisions but the lust of plenty and power — of security
for ever, — for the sons and grandsons of their own loins.
No doubt, they were both remarkable men and they achieved great
things in war as well as in the administration of the conquered lands. They
both extended the limits of the already immense Mongol Empire. Yet, by
accepting the khakhan’s throne from an illegally assembled kuriltai (as Mangu
did) or by actually grabbing it through a sort of coup d’état (as Kubilai did,
when he gathered his followers in Shang-tu) they both rose against the order
established by Genghis Khan and prepared the collapse of his life’s work;
they wrought the disintegration of what he had welded together and had
intended to keep together. The Conqueror had indeed told his sons and their
sons: “While you are together and of one mind, you will endure. If you are
separated, you will be broken.”1 Mangu and Kubilai separated themselves
from the rest of the Golden Family, in particular from the sons and grandsons
of Ogodai, legitimate heirs to the domination of the steppes by Genghis
Khan’s own choice, — and that, nay, while there was, among others, in the
person of Kaidu son of Kuyuk, the victor of Liegnitz and the hero of Hungary,
a brilliant representative of the privileged House to which the Mongol
chieftains had pledged their faith at the first kuriltai held after Genghis Khan’s
death.
Batu, of course, already years before, had not cared to go back to the
Mongol homeland to attend the assembly that had raised Kuyuk to the throne.
As it is, however, not sure
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 82.
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whether his father, Juchi, was Genghis Khan’s own son or not, his attitude
may seem more natural than that of his cousins. But from the standpoint of
the Yasa, it was no less censurable. Genghis Khan himself had given his
sons the order to march against Juchi when the latter had failed to obey his
summons to a gathering of the Mongol chiefs. For the Yasa was binding on
all Mongols — no less than on the subject peoples that were barred from the
Mongol privileges.
***
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 194.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 195.
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have taken the Christian standards of behaviour into account. At the other
end of the earth, Kubilai, son of Tuli, who, in his youth, had learnt the
pictographic script of Cathay along with elements of Chinese wisdom under
Yao Chow, was more of a Chinese potentate than of a Mongol Khakhan.
Before he conquered the south of China, he had himself, says the historian,
“been conquered by the Chinese” and “he may not have realised, or he may
not have cared, that, in uniting China, he had brought the Empire of the
steppes to an end.”1 But the Chinese can only have “conquered him” because
the appeal which their luxuries and their wisdom had for him war” stronger
than his attachment to Genghis Khan’s great dream. With Timur, Kubilai’s
grandson and successor, who had “lost; the energy and simplicity of the
barbarians,”2 the old idea of military rule and of the Mongols’ aloofness from
the conquered peoples was completely forgotten. The Buddhists were given
new privileges.3 The Yuan Dynasty had already become a Chinese dynasty
after many others.
And in Persia, where Hulagu himself had followed Genghis Khan’s
Mongol policy detached from all religion, and where Abaka, his son and
successor, kept an empty throne beside him, raised higher than his own, as a
symbol of his submission to the distant, khakhan in the East (who then,
happened to be Kubulai) Islam and Persian culture prevailed in the end
among Genghis Khan’s descendants. At Abaka’s death in 1282, another of
Hulagu’s sons became a convert to the faith of the Prophet and held the
throne for two years under the name of Ahmed, until he met his fate in a
popular rising. Arghun, son of Abaka, who then rose to power, was not a
Mohammadan. But his successor, Ghazan, became one. And the following Il-
Khans of Persia, easygoing patrons of art — with less and less of Genghis
Khan’s blood in their veins — were definitively conquered to the religion and
life of the land, over which they ruled with the help of Mohammadan wiziers
and where “all trace of Hulagu” — and of Genghis Khan — “had been lost.”4
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 270.
2
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 233.
3
Harold Lamb, Ibid., p. 281.
4
Harold Lamb, Ibid., p. 287.
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1
Harold Lamb, Ibid., p. 242-243.
2
Harold Lamb, Ibid., p. 273.
3
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 244.
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— the children, of their own bodies — more than any great imperial dream
that could no longer be directly and personally connected with them; because
they failed to feel for their nephew of genius, of the privileged house of
Ogodai, that sort of loyalty which a knight feels for his king. But nothing we
know of Kaidu’s history goes to prove that he was, in any way, different from
them in his purpose, however much he might have been in his tastes; nothing
suggests that he was, any less that they or than Genghis Khan himself, what I
have called in the beginning of this book a “man ‘in Time’.”
***
The actually disinterested characters, more than any others the makers
of Mongol greatness in the thirteenth century, are to be sought among
Genghis Khan’s devoted followers rather than among his own grandsons and
great-grandsons. Towering above them all stands one of the finest war-lords
— and also one of the finest men — of all times: Subodai.
The very embodiment of the highest and purest warrior-like virtues, he
had, from the early days of Genghis Khan’s struggle for power — for fifty
years; all his life — fought with irresistible efficiency, with vision, with genius,
not for any profit or glory of his own but solely for the greatness and glory of
the Leader whom he loved and revered. He had served him brilliantly in his
westward lightning march, and scaled the Caucasus and raided the Russian
plains at his command. And, after his death, he had conquered China down
to Nanking for his successors, in a campaign that was a masterpiece of
warfare, directing sieges with unfailing skill, and, just as in the West, ordering
mass-massacres without a trace of either glee or horror — with perfect
detachment — whenever he considered it a military necessity and had
received no orders not to do so. He had conquered Russia, Poland, Hungary,
— half Europe, — for Ogodai, Genghis Khan’s son, and turned his back on
his conquests as a matter of course, without resentment, without regret,
when, at Ogodai’s death, he had received the summons to attend the
customary assembly of chiefs in far-away Karakorum. And then, when Kuyuk
son of Ogodai was preparing to march against Bata, who had defied his
authority; when, for the first time, Mongols were to fight
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Mongols, he retired from active life, with the permission of the khakhan. He
retired “to his yurt in the steppes by the River Tula.” And “there he put away
the insignia of his rank and took to sitting on the sunny side of his yurt,
watching his herds go out to grazing.”1
“A soldier without a weakness”2 in the words of John of Carpini, the first
European to visit the Mongol realm of his own accord; “implacable as death
itself,”3 in the words of the modern historian Harold Lamb, he had but one
love: Genghis Khan, his Leader; and he knew but one law: the Yasa,
expression of Genghis Khan’s will, and one morality: absolute obedience to
that will. And when facts told him that that will no longer ruled the new world
which he had helped to build, he retired from the world — back to his flocks,
back to obscurity; back to the nothingness out of which Mongol grandeur had
sprang through Genghis Khan, and into which it was, one day, to sink, once
more, now that the conqueror’s command to “remain together” no longer
bound the Golden Family. Absolute devotion can only exteriorise itself in
absolute obedience or, — when obedience has lost all meaning; when the
Leader’s will, which is the sole measure of right and wrong, is defeated on the
material plane, — in silence.
It is the presence of such characters as Subodai — of men
unconditionally devoted to Genghis Khan (or to his memory) without a trace
of selfishness — at all levels of the Mongol military hierarchy, that enabled
the conqueror’s work to last as long as it did. Had Genghis Khan’s own
grandsons and great-grandsons all had that spirit, and had they “remained
together,” contemptuously aloof from the beliefs and controversies and
interests of the vanquished, — faithful to the Yasa alone, or at least to the
purpose of the Yasa, — the stupendous Empire of the steppes might have
endured for centuries. As things stood, it is, as I have said before, a wonder
that it endured as long as it did.
For it was the monument of one extraordinary man’s successful
ambition, not a historical structure based upon
1
Harold Lamb, loc. cit., p. 178.
2
Harold Lamb, loc. cit., p. 178.
3
Harold Lamb, loc. cit., p. 111.
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truth; not a step towards a new world-order conceived on the model of the
eternal Order of Life. And the Yasa, on the obedience to which its strength
rested, was “a one man’s family code”1 not the charta of a new faith nearer to
truth than the then existing ones. It had been deviced to keep the conquered
world enslaved to the descendants of one man, because that man had fought
and conquered for himself and for them, not because they had been given by
Nature any special right to rule for ever; not because they represented in any
way a permanently superior type of humanity.
One cannot but understand — and admire — Subodai’s devotion to his
Leader. It was a glaring homage to the greatness of personality, that essence
of leadership; a recognition of the unquestionable rights that personality
enjoys, according to the laws of life. In devoting his genius to the strong man
whom the Everlasting Blue Sky had appointed to rule the earth, Subodai was,
in all humility and wisdom, faithful to those eternal Laws. And so were all
those who, like him, followed Genghis Khan without even thinking of what
advantages and glory they would thereby win for themselves.
But one has to admit that, beautiful as it certainly is in itself, such
devotion is not enough to build up either a lasting empire or a lasting
civilisation. That alone which is rooted in truth is lasting. And for absolute
devotion to a Leader to have its full creative — and lasting — potency, (which
is, sooner or later, bound to mould the course of history according to the
Leader’s dreams) the Leader himself should be more than an ambitious self-
centred man in quest of security and power for his own family; more than a
man “in Time,” however great. He should be worthy of absolute devotion,
worthy of life-long day to day unconditional sacrifice, not merely in the eyes of
his enthusiastic followers, who might idealise him, but from the impersonal
standpoint of what is called in the Bhagavad-Gita “the welfare of the
Universe” — from the point of view of the purpose of Life. In other words, he
should himself be a selfless soul; a man striving with detachment to “live in
Truth” and calling others to do like-wise, — whether “above Time,” like King
Akhnaton or the Buddha, or “against Time,” like Lord Krishna, the political
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 97.
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karmayogi, in most ancient India; like the Prophet Mohamed or, in our times,
the inspired Builder of the only order of truth in the world after many
centuries: Adolf Hitler. In all other cases his work, however staggering it be,
will perish with him or soon after him. Loyalty to him will die out, as it did in
the instance of Genghis Khan, soon after the few of his contemporaries who
followed him with disinterested love have all died, — or it will become as good
as dead: an accepted tradition of reverence, perpetuating the leader’s
memory, but incapable of holding down the passions that stand in the way of
complete obedience to his will. Loyalty to a man always dies out, sooner or
later, when it is not at the same time loyalty to a system, to a faith, to a scale
of values — to something more than a man, which alone that type of leader
who is himself a disinterested idealist can represent; when it is not loyalty to
impersonal truth.
As I said, there was no Ideology behind Genghis Khan’s will to power;
no conscious purpose other than the survival and welfare of himself and of
his family. And therefore the Yasa represented no scale of values. Admittedly,
it gave the Mongols special rights and forced upon them special duties,
before all, the duty of remaining together, faithful to the Golden Family and
aloof from the civilisations that they had set out to crush. But it laid down no
rule of conduct that aimed at keeping them in fact — physically — different
from the conquered nations. It forbade them to quarrel among themselves; it
forbade them to yield, themselves to strange religions; but it omitted to forbid
them to mingle their blood in marriage with that of the conquered Chinese,
Persians, Russians, Magyars; to become, themselves, a new people.
Genghis Khan, says Harold Lamb, had not allowed for “the effect of education
on a simple people. He had thought, it appears, that they would learn and still
remain nomads.”1 We believe that they could have “learnt” and still have
remained, if not “nomads” at least Mongols united in the pride of their
common strength round a united Golden Family, had they not taken to wife
women of ail nations. One of the main reasons why the Golden Family itself
was gradually absorbed into the civilisations of the conquered (with the
1
Harold Lamb, “The March of the Barbarians” (edit. 1941), p. 97.
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he had left them the memory of a man who had struggled all his life for
himself alone and whose patient, cunning, thorough, ruthless service of
himself had led to the mastery of more than half Asia. They followed his
example (not Subodai’s), every one of them for his own account. They
followed it without his genius, and without that spirit of binding solidarity that
he had tried so hard to give them but failed to put into their hearts in the sole
name of their common descent from him; — without that spirit of solidarity
which it is not possible to infuse into any human collectivity for long, save in
the name of some higher truth, rooted in the lives of the people but exceeding
them by far; in the name of some higher purpose, sustained in the
consciousness of absolute, eternal Truth. And after the third or fourth
generation, they followed it without even being, most of them, as pure
Mongols as before.
The result was the splitting up of the Mongol Empire and the
acceleration of the material and moral decay of Asia as a whole, and, — after
the empire had altogether ceased to, exist; after the sons of Kaidu had sunk
back into obscurity, and after the Mongol dynasties directly sprung from
Genghis Khan had been overthrown in Persia, China, and finally Russia, —
the tragic absence of any great force capable of helping Asia to rise from the
ruins of the worn-out kingdoms that the Mongol horsemen had smashed or
from the increasing apathy of the others (such as the Indian ones).
Tamerlane and, a century later, Baber, warriors of Genghis Khan’s race and,
like him, men essentially “in Time” — centred round themselves, — were not
able to arrest the decay, even though the latter built up in India an empire that
endured over two hundred and fifty years; on the contrary, they rather
hastened it, in the long run. And if the selfless warrior-like spirit, the true
immemorial Aryan spirit expressed in the Bhagavad-Gita, never died in India,
where it was in constant clash with foreign ideas, it was not alive enough to
raise out of India such a Kshattriya as could play, on the) political plane, a
part of lasting international importance.
“The sword of Genghis Khan wrought a great revolution, but it was Asia
in the end which lost by it, Europe, which gained,”1 writes Ralph Fox,
meaning thereby that the failure
1
Ralph Fox, “Genghis Khan” (edit. 1936).
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1
On the 14th August, 1281.
PART III
THE SUN
(Akhnaton)
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CHAPTER VIII
Two hundred years of victorious war had put Egypt at the head of
nations in what was, then, — some 1420 years before the Christian Era, —
the “known world.” Loaded with the spoils both of Semites and Nubians and
Negroes, her young King, Menkheperura — Thotmose the Fourth — ruled in
splendour from the waters of the Upper Euphrates to the Fifth and even to the
Sixth Cataract of the Nile. And Thebes, his capital, was the most gorgeous
city the world had yet seen, and the Great God, Amon, — the old tribal god of
Thebes, raised to the rank of the supreme State-god, — the most honoured
and the most feared of all gods, and his priests, the richest and the most
powerful men in the land — hardly less powerful than the king himself, who
was looked upon as son of Amon, and said to hold his absolute authority
directly from him.
The sea-lords of Crete and of the Aegean Isles were doubtless great
potentates. And so was the king of the Hittites, who ruled over a sturdy and
stubborn people in far-away Hattushah, near modern Ankara. And so was the
king of Babylon (India and China were too remote to speak of.) But none
could be compared with Pharaoh. And that world above which Egypt towered
like the Theban god Amon above the other many gods of the Nile Valley and
of the Empire, was already thousands of years old. And within its diversity it
possessed certain traits of culture which were common to all or nearly all its
people, from the easy-going, art-loving Cretans to the merchants, sages and
toiling masses of Dravidian India: it placed the authority of the priest (or
priestess) above that of the warrior, nay, it sought in the super-natural the
normal source of all authority; and it saw in the mystery of death something
more important even than life itself. It was an old, old world, in which each
people lived slowly and regularly
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1
Sir Wallis Budge, “Tutankhamon, Amenism, Atenism and Egyptian Monotheism” (edit. 1923), p.
20.
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be known as Assyria,1 belonged to that predestined race (as did, for the last
five hundred years, the kings of Babylon).2
Pharaoh’s marriage to King Artatama’s daughter was to bring together
— for the first time to our knowledge, — two worlds that had hitherto co-
existed without meeting save in occasional war: the “known world” headed by
Egypt, with its close and remote connections in time and space: older Egypt,
up to pre-dynastic days; minoan Crete, with its two thousand year-old past;
immemorial Sumeria, and the kindred peaceful civilisation of the Indus Valley,
and the Aryan world of the time and of unsuspected past and future ages,
from the Germanic tribes, with their Sun and Star worship already centuries
old,3 to rising Sanskrit India. The immediate result — to be experienced within
a few decades, after a blaze of splendour, — was disaster, both for Egypt and
for the Kingdom of Mitanni (which a weakened Egypt could no longer protect
against the growing power of its neighbours). The result for all times was, in
the person of the grandson of the royal couple, a lonely, short-lived pioneer of
that Golden Age (of the next Time-cycle) that we are still awaiting; a Child of
Light living “above Time” — “in Truth, for ever and ever,” — Akhnaton,
Founder of the famous Religion of the Disk.
***
Six times had Thotmose the Fourth made his request in vain. We know
it from a letter addressed by Dushratta, king of Mitanni — Artatama’s
grandson, — to Akhnaton.4 Mitanni was a small kingdom; nothing to be
compared with the mighty Egyptian Empire. But was not Aryan blood to be
kept pure? Was it not more valuable even than the Theban throne and all its
glory? One can indeed find no other explanation of King Artatama’s repeated
refusal to give his daughter in marriage to the most powerful monarch of his
times.
The friendship of the powerful is sweet, however; — sweet... and useful.
And, harder than the desire to please
1
R. H. Hall, “Ancient History of the Near East” (edit. 1936), p. 260.
2
The Kings of the Kassite Dynasty.
3
Wilhelm Teudt, “Germanische Heiligtümer” (edit. 1929), p. 38 and following.
4
See Winckler “Die Thontafeln von Tell-el-Amarna,” No. 24, p. 51. The letter is — or was, till 1945,
— preserved in Berlin.
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***
1
Sir W. Budge, “Tutankhamon, Amenism, Atenism and Egyptian Monotheism” (edit. 1923), p. 20.
2
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt,” Vol. II, p. 174.
3
Sir W. Budge, l.c., p. 20.
4
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt,” Vol. II, p. 183.
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***
1
R. H. Hall, “Ancient History of the Near East” (edit. 1936), p. 201. Arthur Weigall, “Life and Times
of Akhnaton” (edit. 1923), p. 26.
2
By Sir Wallis Budge, Arthur Weigall and others.
3
In “A Son of God,” (edit. 1946) p. 25, 26, 27. Also in “Akhnaton’s Eternal Message” (1940), p. 5-
6.
4
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt,” Vol. II, p. 214.
5
See Sir Flinders Petrie’s “History of Egypt,” Vol. II, p. 205. Other scholars place his birth a few
years later (See A. Weigall’s “Life and Times of Akhnaton”; also Sir Wallis Budge’s “Tutankhamen,
Amenism, Atenism, and Egyptian Monotheism.”)
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after the last traces of the receding Great Ice had disappeared from
Germany; two hundred years before the Trojan War; more than eleven
hundred years before the Indian Emperor Asoka, like he, a Messenger of
peace; two thousand years before the Prophet of Islam, whose faith,
monotheistic like his, but of a totally different character, was one day to be the
faith of his kingdom; more than two thousand five hundred years before
Genghis Khan his most striking “opposite” in world history; — and three
thousand three hundred years before the birth of the Man “against Time,”
Adolf Hitler, who, accepting the Law of Violence, which he ignored, was to
seek to build upon its only possible basis, the reign of Truth towards which he
had aspired.
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CHAPTER IX
THE HEAT-AND-LIGHT-WITHIN-THE-DISK
The new king was about twelve years old when he came to the throne,
and, for some time, he merely reigned while his mother governed. (Dushratta,
King of Mitanni, writing to congratulate him on his accession, addresses
himself to Queen Tiy, not to him directly, and, even in later letters of this
period — which are addressed to him — asks him on several occasions to
“refer to his mother about important matters.)1 In the sixth year of his reign,
after he had decidedly taken power into his own hands, he proclaimed his
faith in one God — the Sun, which he designated by the name of Aton (i.e.
“the Disk”; the fiery Orb) — to the exclusion of all others; built a temple to Him
within the sacred enclosure of Karnak, in Thebes; gave the quarter of Thebes
where the temple stood the name of “Brightness of Aton, the Great One” and
changed the name of the capital itself from that of Nut-Amon — the City of
Amon — to that of “City of the Brightness of Aton.” After the conflict into which
he had entered with the powerful priesthood of Amon had become quite
open, and bitter, he also changed his own name from Amenhotep (meaning:
Amon is at peace) to Akhnaton (“Joy of the Sun”) and finally forbade the cult
of Amon, and of the many gods of Egypt altogether, and had their names
erased from the monuments and from private inscriptions, even from those
within his own father’s tomb. Then, as he fully grew to realise that he would
never succeed in making Thebes the centre of the new world which he was
planning to build on the basis of his new (or very old) faith, he left the City and
sailed down the Nile in search of a suitable spot to lay the foundations of
another capital upon. The site which appealed to his intuition lies some
hundred and ninety miles south of that of modern Cairo. King Akhnaton had
boundary
1
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt” (edit. 1899), Vol. II, p. 211. See the “Tell-el-Amarna Letters”
(K. 28).
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stones set up, with inscriptions relating the ceremonial birth of the new city,
Akhetaton or “the City-of-the-Horizon-of-the-Disk,” and stating its demarcation
in length and breadth. And two years later — when the new capital, for the
building and decoration of which the workmanship of the whole Empire and
even of foreign lands, had been mobilised, was practically inhabitable, — he
moved to it with all his Court and about eighty thousand followers.
And there he lived nine years, — until his premature death — teaching
his lofty solar religion to those whom he deemed fit to understand it, and
governing his City and Egypt and the Empire according to what he felt to be
its implications, but without taking at all into account either the unbending
laws that rule any development in Time, or the hard facts that characterise
any “Age of Gloom” such as the one to which both he and we belong. He built
and adorned temples, presented offerings, composed and sang hymns to the
Sun, and lived in idyllic domestic life which was, at the same time, an object
of edification for his subjects. He explained or tried to explain to a narrow
circle of disciples the mystery of the Rays of the fiery Disk — Heat, which is
Light; Light, which is Heat — clear to his extraordinary intuition, but so difficult
to express in words, that the thinking world was to take thirty-three hundred
years to evolve a theory to account for it. He set forth new canons in
architecture, sculpture and painting and (although we have no proof of this)
probably in music also — for all the arts are necessarily connected. He
preached love of all living things and peace and good will among men, and
neither hunted nor led an army to battle. And when there was unrest in Syria
and Palestine, and when letters came to him from Egyptian governors and
from vassal princes, informing him of rebellion of other vassal princes and of
spreading disaffection, of inroads of wild tribes and of local movements of
resistance against Egyptian rule, and begging him for help, he appears to
have preferred to lose the Empire that he had inherited from his warrior-like
forefathers, rather than to deny, through prompt and decisive military action,
his conviction that the law of love was to rule (and, in the first place, that it
could and can rule) international relations no less than private dealings
He died at the early age of twenty-nine, whether of
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***
That is the essential of what we know for certain about Akhnaton’s life.
It is not much. Yet, it reveals an exceptional personality, with very definite
leading features which one extremely seldom finds together: an enormous
will-power and untiring energy entirely devoted to the service of that which he
experienced as Truth itself; a ruthlessly uncompromising mind and no less
uncompromising feelings — the natural intolerance of absolute earnestness
— and, along with that, such a reluctance to violence that one is forced to
believe that it was the expression of a moral principle of his, no less than a
deep-seated, unsurmountable trait of his nature; in other words that, in his
eyes, to accept slaughter, even when it could have made possible the triumph
of his religion, would have been to deny the basis of the latter, and was,
therefore, out of question.
Gifted with this most unusual combination of qualities, and inspired and
sustained by his absolute devotion to his God — Aton — the young king
declared war upon centuries of Egyptian tradition (or, to speak more
accurately, upon that Which Tradition had become in Egypt in the course of
centuries,) when he was eighteen. The main point — clue to the real nature of
the conflict between him and the priests (and people) of his time — is: “Who
was that new God (or what was that
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new conception of a very old God) Aton, by Whom he strove to replace the
whole pantheon of the Nile Valley?”
Aton has been identified with “a tender loving Father of all creatures”1
by some of the most enthusiastic Twentieth Century admirers of the so-called
“heretic” Pharaoh, and repeatedly compared by them with the personal God
of the Christians — the “Father who is in Heaven” of the “Lord’s prayer” —
obviously with the pious purpose of pointing out, in Akhnaton’s solar Faith, “a
monotheistic religion second only to Christianity itself in purity of tone.”2 This
view, however, seems to be more the product of Christian wishful thinking
than that of a rigourous and impartial deduction. It is surely not compatible
with the fact that Aton is, before all, an immanent God, or rather immanent
Godhead Itself. And that fact is perhaps the one which emerges with the
maximum of certainty from all the data concerning Akhnaton’s religion.
Already in the earliest known list of his titles,3 Akhnaton (who, at the
time the inscription was set up, still bore the name of Amenhotep) is called
“Wearer of diadems in the Southern Heliopolis” and “High-priest of Ra-
Horakhti-of-the-Two-Horizons,” rejoicing in His horizon in His name: “Shu-
which-is-in-the-Disk,” apart from “King of Upper and Lower Egypt” and “Son
of Ra,” like all Pharaohs since the Fifth Dynasty, and “Nefer-kheperu-Ra, Ua-
en-Ra” — “Beautiful Essence of the Sun, Only-One of the Sun” — as he was
to call himself in every one of his inscriptions, to the end of his reign.
On the other hand, in the beginning of both the surviving famous Hymns
to the Sun, which are the main source of our knowledge of the Aton religion,
the God is designated as “Living Horus of the Two Horizons, Who rejoiceth in
the horizon in His name: ‘Shu-which-is-in-the-Disk,’ the Giver of life for ever
and ever”4 or “Horakhti, the living One, exalted in the Eastern horizon in His
name: ‘Shu-which-is-in-the-Disk,’ Who liveth for ever and ever.”5 And in the
Longer Hymn he is called, in addition to that, “the living and great Aton; He
1
Arthur Weigall, “Life and times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1923), p. 101-104.
2
Arthur Weigall, “Life and times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1923), p. 250.
3
In the inscription of Silsileh. See Breasted’s “Ancient Records of Egypt” (edit. 1906), Vol. II, p.
384.
4
Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 116 (Shorter Hymn).
5
Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 122 (Longer Hymn).
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who is in the Set Festival, the Lord of the Circle, the Lord of the Disk, the Lord
of Heaven, the Lord of earth.”1 What strikes us in those texts is the
identification of Aton (or Aten) — the Solar Disk — with two very old Egyptian
gods — Sun-gods, specially worshipped in the sacred city of On or Anu (the
“City-of-the-Pillar,” i.e., of the Obelisk, which the Greeks were to call
Heliopolis, the City of the Sun) — and the identification of those, in their turn,
(and therefore of Aton also) with the mysterious Entity “Shu-which-is-in-the-
Disk.”
Now, “wherever a solar god was worshipped in Egypt, the habitat of this
god was believed to be the solar Disk, Aten or Athem. But the oldest solar
god associated with the Disk was Tem or Atmu, who is frequently referred to
in the religious texts as “Tem in the Disk”; when Ra usurped the attributes of
Tern, he became “the Dweller in the Disk,” while “Horuakhuti (Horakhti) was
‘the god of the two horizons’ i.e., the Sun-god by day, from sunrise to
sunset.”2 To Akhnaton, however, the “Dweller in the Disk,” Ra, is the “Sun by
day” and is the Disk itself: Aton. In the inscriptions upon the boundary-stones
demarcating the king’s new capital, Akhetaton, the God who is, henceforth, to
be the sole God of Egypt, and of the Empire, is actually designated as “Ra-
Horakhti-Aton.”3 And Sir Wallis Budge, whose words are all the more
significant while he does not seem aware of their immense metaphysical
implication, notes, in connection with King Akhnaton’s conception of the Sun
as the sole object of worship: “But to him” (Akhnaton) “the Disk was not only
the abode of the Sun-god, it was the god himself, who by means of the heat
and light which emanated from his own body, gave life to everything on
earth.”4
But that is not all. Shu — that mysterious Entity “which-is-in-the-Disk” —
“we must translate by ‘heat’ or by ‘heat and light,’ for the word has these
meanings.”5 Which signifies that
1
Sir Wallis Budge, “Tutankhamon, Amenism, Atenism, and Egyptian Monotheism” (edit. 1923), p.
122.
2
Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 64-65.
3
See Breasted’s “Ancient Records of Egypt” (edit. 1906), Vol. II, p. 386. See also A. Weigall, “Life
and Times of Akhnaton” (edit, 1922), p. 88.
4
Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 80.
5
Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 80.
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1
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt” (edit. 1899), Vol. II, p. 214.
2
Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 80.
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1
“A Son of God” (edit. 1946), p. 100-101.
2
“A Son of God” (edit. 1946), p. 103.
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any personal God — least of all with the ill-tempered, narrow-minded and
jealous tribal god Jehovah, created in the image of the Jews, — but the
equivalent of the immanent, impersonal Tat — That — of the Chandogya
Upanishad, no less than of das Gott (as opposed to “der Gott”) of the ancient
Germans, and the one conception of Divinity that modern science, far from
disproving, on the contrary, suggests.
Such a God can neither “love,” in the all-too-human, Christian sense of
the word, nor hate; nor give “commandments” and distribute rewards and
punishments in the manner of a human king; nor perform “miracles” if, by
such, one means actions in real contradiction with the iron Laws of Nature,
which are His Laws; nor be “the Maker” of the world “out of nothingness,” in
the sense a craftsman is the maker of an object, external to himself, out of
metal, stone or clay.
There is no common measure between Him — between Him-Her-It, —
and the current conception of “God Almighty” as it exists to-day in Christian or
in Mohammadan countries, or, rather, among pious people in countries where
the influence of Christianity or Islam — any of the two great international
monotheistic religions issued from Judaism, — has shaped religious and
metaphysical ideas. And although He — He-She-It — be (substantially) less
remote from the unknown and undefinable “Neter” or “pa Neter” — “God,” or
the God behind all gods; formless, original creative Power, which existed of
and by Itself, within the primeaval watery mass, Nenu, — of the most ancient
Egyptians, than from that nowadays more popular conception of Divinity, He
is different from him to the extent that “Neter,” according to the moral Papyri,1
is still, for all practical purposes, endowed with a certain amount of
anthropomorphic personality. Aton — Cosmic Energy, Essence of all
existence; “Ka,” or Soul of the Sun (to quote a word from Akhnaton’s own
hymns) identical to the Sun-disk itself and Essence of the material world —
corresponds to a thoroughly impersonal and positive conception of Godhead.
And, provided one takes the word “religion” in the sense the average
1
See: “Precepts” of Kagemni (IVth Dynasty) and of Ptah-hotep (Vth Dynasty) of Khonsuhotep, or
“Maxims of Ani”; of Amenemapt, (XVIIth Dynasty) (Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 145-148.)
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***
Hall goes a little further and calls Akhnaton “the first example of the
scientific mind,”2 meaning, naturally, the first one that we are in a position to
link with a definite name and date and individual personality, for the “scientific
mind” is as old as mankind or, at least, as old as the youngest among the
superior races, the Aryan or Indo-European, one of whose glories it is to have
evolved exact sciences out of logical thinking, and to have carried them to
perfection. And Sir Flinders Petrie pays the Founder of the Religion of the
Disk a magnificent tribute for his “really philosophical worship of the radiant
energy of the Sun.” “No one,” says he, “seems to have realised until within
this century, the truth which was the basis of Akhenaten’s worship: that the
rays of the Sun are the means of the Sun’s action, the source of all life, power
and force in the universe. This abstraction of regarding the radiant energy as
all-important was quite disregarded until recent views of the conservation of
force, of heat as a mode of motion, and the identity of heat, light and
electricity, have made us familiar with the scientific conception which was the
characteristic feature of Akhenaten’s new worship.” And, a little further: “If this
were a new religion, invented to satisfy our modern scientific conceptions, we
could not find a flaw in the correctness of this view of the energy of the solar
system. How much Akhenaten understood, we cannot say, but he certainly
bounded forward in his views and symbolism to a position which we cannot
logically improve upon at the present day. Not a rag of superstition or of
falsity can be found clinging to this new worship evolved out of the old Aton of
Heliopolis, the sole Lord of the universe.”3
1
H. R. Hall, “Ancient History of the Near East” (ninth edit.), p. 599.
2
H. R. Hall, “Ancient History of the Near East” (ninth edit.), p. 599.
3
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt” (edit. 1899), Vol. II, p. 214.
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1
Shorter Hymn to the Sun, transl. by Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 116.
2
Longer Hymn to the Sun, transl. by Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 122.
3
Shorter Hymn to the Sun, transl. by Sir Wallis Budge, loc, cit., p. 116.
4
Longer Hymn to the Sun, transl. by Sir Wallis Budge, loc. cit., p. 122.
5
See “A Son of God” (edit. 1946), p. 127.
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masculine, forever urging new forms out of dim possibilities — the Purusha of
the Sanskrit Scriptures — and the negative, passive (or, if active, not
organisingly active) or feminine — the equivalent of the Sanskrit Prakriti —
sensitive receptacle of all latent qualities, and matrix of actual existence; the
One, everlasting Power of differentiation, and the everlasting and ever-
differentiated underlying Oneness.1
As for the love of the One, impersonal, cosmic God, Aton, for the
universe, it can mean nothing else but the relation of the Essence of all
existence to the endlessly and orderly diversified individual lives, human and
non-human, which are sparks of divine consciousness, more or less bright;
an abstract, metaphysical relation of substantial dependence (illustrated in
the word “bindest”), not an emotional one, for God conceived as “the Heat-
and-Light-within-the-Disk,” identical to the Sun-disk itself, — radiant Energy,
Essence of Matter and of Life, — can have no emotions. That the Egyptians,
Akhnaton’s own subjects, had no illusions about this, can be seen in the fact
— put forward by Sir Wallis Budge and emphasised by J. Pendlebury — that
“there are none of the pathetic appeals to the Aton for help or cure that we
find addressed to other gods in happier times”;2 that, indeed, such a God as
the One Whose glory the young king proclaimed and sang, had “no time to
worry about May’s headache or Sherira’s barrenness.”3
And the love of all men, nay, of all creatures, including plants, for Aton
— the adoration of the divine “Ka” or Essence of the Sun by the whole scale
of created beings, from the inspired Seer himself down to the humble water-
lilies — is nothing more than the instinctive and universal love of life and
sunshine, contemplated by a Man who really fell and worshipped the divinity
of Nature; a Man who beheld the world and lived his own life in full
consciousness of the Eternal manifested therein; in other words: a Man
above Time. Such a Man saw the simple, everyday facts — birds circling
round and round in the pure sky, with shrills of joy; beasts skipping about
among the high grasses covered with morning dew; fishes, whose silver
scales shine through the sunlit water, swimming up to
1
See “A Son of God” (edit. 1946), p. 127.
2
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), p. 159.
3
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), p. 159.
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the surface of the river, and flowers opening themselves to the touch of the
first sun-rays — in their real light; with the eyes of a man of the Golden Age,
to whom the world appears as a visible Paradise because he is in tune with it
and with himself. Not only did he recognise, in cool judgement (as anybody
would) the grandeur of the daily miracle of conception and birth, but he felt it
with all the piety of a perfect artist; he felt, the beauty of every new healthy
pattern of Life — young bird, newly-born baby; from the standpoint of Eternity,
equally irreplaceable — and the solemnity of its unique appearing and fleeting
passage amidst the ever-moving infinity of beings, witnesses of Aton’s
inexhaustible creativeness. And he sang what he felt. And his song was —
and could only be — a hymn of adoration unmarred by a shade of sadness;
foreign to the idea of suffering and death; a hymn in the spirit of every one of
the endlessly recurring Golden Ages, in which all is well with the visible and
invisible world in complete harmony with each other and with their common
divine archetype; the expression of more-than-earthly love and joy rooted in
this sunlit earth, in this divine earthly life.
H. R. Hall, apparently unable to see into the psychology of a “man
above Time” or “outside Time,” calls the elation expressed in Akhnaton’s
hymns a mere “cat-like enjoyment of the sun and of the fact that it is good to
be alive.”1 He thus intends to stress what seems to him to be a lack of
spirituality. Yet, undignified as his sentence may sound, he is literally right,
provided that one remembers that, to a man “above Time,” who actually feels
the divinity of Life behind and within all diving forms, the purring of a cat,
comfortably rolled up in the warm sunshine, is a hymn to the loveliness and
glory of Life, as holy, in its innocence, and at its level, as any human words of
praise; all the more divine that it is more spontaneous, more sincere, less
penetrated with “intellect” as opposed to sensation and intuition; provided that
one remembers that, to such a man, the joy of the whole created world at the
feeling that “it is good to be alive” is an act of adoration. Akhnaton’s own joy
at the sight of the rising Sun was not different, in nature, from that universal
joy. It was merely the supreme, fully
1
H. R. Hall, “Ancient History of the Near East” (ninth edit.), p. 599.
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conscious expression of it: the joy which is inseparable from the direct
knowledge of a Man “above Time”; from his experience of himself as part and
parcel of the divine Cosmos, which he loves because it is so beautiful, and
the hidden Essence of which he feels shimmering within his own nerves.
***
1
Inscription in the tomb of Ay at Tell-el-Amarna.
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from another — features among which the racial ones: form and colour, are
not only all-important but fundamental: the first ones mentioned, — are the
Sun’s work: — “As a Divider, Thou hast divided the foreign people...” —
which logically implies that those differentiating qualities should be taken into
account in human legislation, if one is to have a world in which men “live in
Truth.” The existence of different — unequal-human races comes within the
pattern of the eternal order; has to be, according to the finality which lies, as a
guiding principle, within the play of the immanent Creative Power: the “Heat-
and-Light-within-the-Disk.” One is not to mix or to forward the mixture of that
which the Creative Power has divided, — nor, in any way, to hide or suppress
the signs of division.
There is, here, of course, no question of struggle between races. There
cannot be, in the mind of a man who is entirely “above Time”; who lives, in
spirit; in a Golden Age, where all violence, nay, all conflict, is out of place.
There is merely the idea of harmony between the different races, everyone of
which has its place and purpose, its part to play in the universal concert, and
should remain different in order to play it perfectly. There is a stress upon
differences and division, which logically suggests that men have neither all
the same rights nor all the same duties. And this is perhaps the ultimate
reason why the ideal of “life in Truth” — life according to one’s place and
purpose in the natural hierarchy of beings, — cannot be made explicit in any
universal list of concrete “do”s and “don’t”s, such as modern Christian critics
of the Religion of the Disk would have liked to have found. All one can say is
that to “sin” is to lie; to deny the eternal Order of things which are,
independently of man, by refusing to live according to it; to say “no” to the Will
of the Sun.
One can agree with R. H. Hall that Akhnaton’s “enthusiasm for truth and
for what was right was not really religious, but scientific.”1 if one thinks of a
religion of the hereafter settled, like Christianity, upon impenetrable dogmas.
But if one bears in mind that the Religion of the Disk is itself built upon a
scientific foundation — upon intuitions concerning this
1
R. H. Hall, “Ancient History of the Near East” (edit. 1936), p. 599.
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living visible world, that have, centuries later, proved to be in keeping with the
data of science, even if they were, in the consciousness of its Founder,
directly experienced (and anything but the result of observation and induction)
— then one can only assert that science and such religion are not only in
harmony with each other, but identical as regards their ultimate object; that
the truth around which they are centred is the same. The real and only
difference between them lies in man’s approach to that truth: mainly —
although never solely, — through the data of material experience and through
the deductive (or more often inductive) mind, in the case of science; mainly
when not solely through mystical yearning and direct intuition, in the case of
“religion.”
Morality — life in Truth, from the standpoint of the eternal (that was
Akhnaton’s) — cannot be codified. It can be defined as the application of
knowledge to right action i.e. to one’s contribution to the work of the Creative
Power, in one’s natural capacity and from one’s natural place. We shall see
that Akhnaton’s personal fulfillment of his own cherished motto consisted in
bearing witness to the glory of all the Golden Ages or “Ages of Truth,” behind
him and ahead of him, untiringly, even at the cost of material ruin and
historical failure.
***
Archaeologists have more than once pointed out the foreign character
of Akhnaton’s religion. Maybe the names of the One God — Aton, Ra, Ra-
Horakhti of the Two Horizons rejoicing in His Horizon in His name “Shu-
which-is-in-the-Disk” — were Egyptian, and nay, some of them, many
centuries old; maybe, the king lost no opportunity of stressing the connection
of his new cult with the venerable old Sun-cult of Heliopolis-and, as we shall
see in the next chanter, the connection of his new art with archaic Egyptian
art.1 “But” — notes Sir Flinders Petrie — “a glance at the character of the
whole age marks it out as due to some completely un-Egyptian influence,
which no Heliopolitan source could ever have originated.”2 While Sir Wallis
Budge ascribes the failure
1
Arthur Weigall. “Life and times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1923), p. 62-63.
2
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt” (edit. 1899), Vol. II, p. 212.
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of the Aton religion to the fact that it was “too philosophical to impose itself
upon the Egyptian mind,” and “probably based upon esoteric doctrines that
were of foreign origin.”1 And he wonders whether Akhnaton’s “insistence
upon the beauty and power of light” was not a sign of “the penetration into
Egypt of Aryan ideas concerning Mithra, Varuna, and Surya or Savitri, the
Sun-god.”2
Since the discovery of the famous text of the treaty between
Shubbiluliuma, king of the Hittites, and Mattiuza, son of Dushratta, it is a
known fact that the kings of Mitanni — themselves Aryans — worshipped
Aryan gods. Four of these gods are mentioned as guarantors of Mattiuza’s
faithful observance of the treaty. Their names are practically the same as
those of the Vedic gods Mithra, Indra, Varuna and the Nasatya Twins, and
their identification with the latter “seems to be certain.”3 From Mitannian
proper names, such as “Shuwardata,” one can also infer the presence of the
Vedic Sun-god Surya (who was also revered by the Kassites, the Aryan kings
of Babylon, under the name of Suryash) in the Mitannian pantheon. And the
similarity between Akhnaton’s One God and Surya is indeed striking. Not only
does the Sanskrit description of the divine Source of Light — “As the Vivifier
and Quickener He raises His long arms of gold in the morning, rouses all
beings from their slumber, infuses energy into them, and buries them in sleep
in the evening”4 — correspond perfectly to the picture of Aton given in the
Egyptian king’s hymns, (and to the Sun-disk with rays ending in hands, the
Symbol of his religion,) but the idea of a both male and female (i.e. two-poled)
Principle suggested in the other Sanskrit names of the Sun — for instance
Savita, and Savitri, Savita’s Energy, — finds its parallel in the expression:
“Father-and-Mother of all that Thou hast made,” applied to Aton.
This has prompted number of writers to emphasise the supposed
influence of his father’s Mitannian wives — nay, of
1
Sir Wallis Budge, “Tutankhamen, Amenism, Atenism, and Egyptian Monotheism” (edit. 1923), p.
82.
2
Sir Wallis Budge, Ibid., p. 113.
3
Sir Wallis Budge, Ibid., p. 21.
4
Wilkins, “Hindu Mythology,” p. 33.
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the many Mitannians who doubtless were to be seen at the Theban Court, —
upon the child who was to become Akhnaton, the Prophet of Godhead
experienced as Radiant Energy; “Heat-and-Light-within-the-Sun-Disk.”
To what extent such an influence should be taken into account, is,
however, difficult to determine, first because we have no records of
Akhnaton’s life before his accession to the throne, and second, because,
apart from the mentioned treaty with the king of the Hittites, there are no
Mitannian texts yet known, which refer to the Aryan gods, so that we cannot
tell how far the Mitannian religious outlook embodied in their cult was similar
to that of the Sanskrit-speaking Aryans and to Akhnaton’s; and finally
because it is, in the two hymns to Aton that have come down to us, quite
obvious that the reality of his impersonal God, “the Heat-and-Light-which-is-
in-the-Disk,” appeared to Akhnaton himself as the object of a revelation from
within; — as truth directly experienced, which he was the only one to
understand because he was (as far as he knew) the only one to feel it. “Thou
art in my heart,” says he, addressing himself to the resplendent Orb, — God’s
visible Face, — in the Longer Hymn; “There is no one who knoweth Thee
except Thy Son, Nefer-kheperu-ra Ua-en-ra. (Beautiful Essence of the Sun,
Only-One of the Sun). Thou hast made him wise to understand Thy plans and
Thy power.”1 And as I have tried to point out in other writings, these words,
coming from one who cared as little for conventions as Akhnaton did, express
the innermost certitude of a self-realised soul who can sincerely say of God: “I
am He” — or “I am That” rather than the pride of a king of Egypt in his solar
descent.2
Of course, Akhnaton did not underestimate the privilege of that solar
descent — of that double aristocracy of his, as offspring both of the kings of
the Nile Valley and of the kings of Mitanni. The mere fact that he erected
shrines to the memory of several of his ancestors (as we shall see) would
suffice to prove that he was fully aware of all that he owed them. Nor should
one brush aside that which he quite possibly owed to his
1
Longer Hymn, Translation by Sir Wallis Budge.
2
See “A Son of God” (edit. 1946), p. 26 and 27. Also “Akhnaton’s Message” (edit. 1940), p. 5-6.
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1
That feeling is illustrated in the forciful words: “Thou risest, and Thy creatures live; Thou settest,
and they die,” which those alone who have lived in tropical lands can really understand.
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among the fair Conquerors of India, the myth of the threefold Fire as well as
that of golden-armed Surya-Savitri and, among the Kelts, who had not yet
crossed the threshold of history, the myth of Lugh Langhana — Lugh the
Longhanded — the life-giving god of Light; — but that he had other blood
also: the blood of that venerable old Southern race out of which had sprung
the kings of Thebes and the priests of Amon. To a great extent, no doubt, he
owed his deep meditative sensitiveness to that also remarkable half of his
ancestry. He put the whole of his being — all the extreme, and apparently
incompatible forces rooted within his double heredity — to the service of his
one purpose: the glorification of Aton, the One God, “Heat-and-Light-which-is-
in-the-Disk.”
For the sight of the fathomless blue of the sky, and of the gold and
scarlet of dawn and sunset, had definitively torn him away from the gods of
Thebes, exalted totems of very, very long before, to which the ingenious
theological mind had given a more and more subtle symbolical interpretation.
He could no longer feel attracted to them — in admitting that he ever had
been, — after having merged himself, be it once, into the Soul of luminous
Infinity. They seemed false to him; — clumsy, all-too-human caricatures of
the One Reality. And they had, in his eyes, the pitiful ugliness of all
caricatures, which becomes sacrilegious when connected with things divine.
And much of that which was related to him of their legends must have
shocked his Aryan mind athirst of logic. Some of it, of course, may well have
appealed to his imagination. But the naked Truth which he felt, in his growing
consciousness of the sunlit Void, receptacle of all life, was so immeasurably
more beautiful! And from his early adolescence onwards, — perhaps even
from his childhood onwards; such a man as he had surely been an
exceptional child, — he knew that he could never worship anything but the
“Sun and His Rays — Heat-and-Light — the Soul of the resplendent blue
abyss. It is possible that other people’s utterances — his mother’s; his step-
mothers; and those of any other Mitannians or half-Mitannians that he may
have known — consciously or unconsciously suggested to him the idea of
those Rays ending in hands — the arms of the Sun — that were to play such
a characteristic part as the visible Sign of his religion. But it is his Aryan blood
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that gave him his spontaneous joy in light and life and the unbending
consistency — the scientific mind, coupled with uncompromising will-power
— with which he conceived his Teaching and carried it out in his own life, and
imposed it (as far as he could) with all its implications, upon Egypt and the
Egyptian Empire.
***
1
Sir Wallis Budge, “Tutankhamen, Amenism, Atenism and Egyptian Monotheism” (edit. 1923), p.
94-95.
2
Apollon Hyperboreios.
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(from within) and making them all grow, indiscriminately, impartially, as only
an impersonal God can. And there lies all the difference: Aton is the one God
the modern scientific mind could acknowledge without difficulty.
And He represents, under His Egyptian names and in spite of them, and
in spite of the historical connection of His cult with that of the solar gods of
Heliopolis, an Indo-European conception of Godhead — the eternal Idea
behind long-handed Lugh; behind the almighty Father-of-Light — “Lichtvater,
der Allwaltende” — of the ancient Germans; behind golden-armed Surya-
Savitri — not because Akhnaton, who took consciousness of Him through
some direct experience, had been influenced by Aryan people (specially by
people of Mitannian origin), but because he — Akhnaton — was himself at
least half-Aryan, and because, being so, he could not find a better expression
of his inner experience — an expression that would both correspond to his
direct intuition of the Supreme and satisfy his logical mind.
But Aton is an Indo-European god, or rather the Indo-European
conception of Godhead, without that element of destructiveness inseparable
from the notion of perennial Struggle against Darkness and Chaos, which is
present in most Aryan gods of Light and Life; an Indo-European God,
conceived by a Man faithful to this earth, no doubt, but who lived entirely
“above Time” or “outside Time,” according to the vision of a Golden Age
world-Order, — while the Indo-European or Aryan race (the youngest of our
Time-cycle) is essentially the race “against Time.”
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CHAPTER X
The Religion of the Disk was a State religion. From the beginning,
Akhnaton had intended it to be. This fact is strongly emphasized by some
archaeologists such as Sir Wallis Budge, while others seem to be more
impressed by — and more interested in — the actually religious (or
philosophical) side of the King’s Teaching: its simple, and scientifically
accurate, theology; its absence of any explicit moral code; its Founder’s
inherent reluctance to violence. I say: not merely a State cult — compatible
with any religious views and moral principles (provided these were not,
directly or indirectly, dangerous to the security or prestige of the State) like
the cult of the traditional gods of Rome was one day to become, under the
tolerant rule of the emperors, — but a State religion, dictating a definite
metaphysical conception of the Universe and a definite ideal of life to a whole
people, nay, to a whole empire and (in Akhnaton’s mind) to the whole world; a
State religion that was at the same time a world religion, and a religion
exalting individual perfection — ”life in Truth” — as its goal; such was, as I
have tried to point out in another book,1 that solar religion which Sir Flinders
Petrie considered “fit to satisfy our modern scientific conceptions.”2 It was, in
other words, not a way out of this life (or out of the endless cycle of birth and
death and rebirth) into a Kingdom of Righteousness which is “not of this
earth” or into the absolute peace of Nothingness, but a way of life here and
now, upon this earth, in tune with this earth, and therefore a State religion —
for life here and now, in tune with this earth, presupposes social order,
political order, hierarchy — organisation — and religion, — real religion —
whenever it is not a path of escape from life, is inseparable from any real
State, as it is from life itself.
1
A Son of God” (edit 1946).
2
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt” (edit. 1899), Vol. II, p. 214.
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through. It is unconceivable in any time save the last period of our Age, even
though, for centuries already, neither State nor “Church” any longer be what
they should be, and what they are, to the supreme degree, in the Golden
Age. It is less and less conceivable as one reaches back into remoter
Antiquity; least of all in the Golden Age itself, — or in the minds of those men
“above Time” who live in spirit within such an Age.
Akhnaton could not, any more than his fathers had, isolate religion from
the State. He could not want such an unnatural and absurd separation. He
could want it far less than they, who had understood the meaning and
purpose both of religion and of the State less clearly and vividly than he. His
religion was bound to be a State-religion, not because he was born a king,
but because he was born a man “above Time” living in spirit within the Golden
Age, and a man of action, faithful to this earth, and because, along with that,
he happened to be a king.
***
But while the pharaonic State was the outcome of the slow evolution of
the perfect theocratic State-idea of the “days of Ra” in the course of endless
time, Akhnaton’s ideal City was to be (in his mind at least) built upon that
State-idea itself. It was to be the living expression of nothing less than the
original divine Order — i.e. of the Golden Age Order, — in its
uncompromising purity; in other words: a broad-scale earthly Paradise. In it
— over it — the direct, absolute, yet mild and peaceable rule of a god-like
Man, “Son of the living Aton, like unto Him without ceasing,” — namely his
own rule, — was to replace the less and less happy (and less and less
effective) collaboration of temporal power and spiritual authority — royalty
and priesthood, — that Egypt and practically all countries had hitherto
gradually evolved. The “Teaching of Truth” could only be the State-religion of
a Golden Age State organised according to its spirit.
And it really looks as though, with that youthful confidence in the
irresistibility of Truth which was to characterise his whole career, Akhnaton
had first tried to turn Thebes
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into the capital of that State of his dreams. It is at least significant that, after
building his first known temple to the Sun-disk within the enclosure of Karnak,
already holy to the Thebans for hundreds of years, he renamed the glorious
city of his ancestors “City of the Brightness of Aton.” It is no less remarkable
that he seems to have done all he could to replace smoothly and peacefully
the pharaonic régime of his time by his lofty Golden Age theocracy.
The nature of his faith was conducive to such a policy.
We have seen in the preceding chapter that, contrarily to the opinion of
some modern authors, Aton — Ra-Horakhti-Aton, as He is called on the
boundary-stelae of Tell-el-Amarna, — never was, — could in no way be — a
“jealous” God; that, philosophically speaking, He had no quarrel with the all-
too-human conceptions of Divinity which the Egyptians cherished, nay, not
even with Amon himself. (Impersonal Energy manifested in the Sun-beams;
“Heat-and-Light-within-the-Disk” — Aton is nothing else — could hardly be so
narrow-minded!) The fact can never be too emphatically stressed. And it
explains why there are, in the early part of Akhnaton’s reign, no signs of
“religious intolerance” whatsoever — however much the young king may have
looked upon many deep-rooted Egyptian beliefs with unmixed contempt; and
however much he may have deplored the raising of Amon, a local tribal deity,
to the rank of the Great God of the Empire, nay, his identification with the
venerable Ra of Heliopolis, the Sun-god of those hallowed Pharaohs who had
built the Pyramids. It explains why the fragments of sand-stone that were
once part of the first Aton temple bear, besides the exalted name of Horus,
the names of such other traditional Egyptian gods as Set, and jackal-headed
Wepwat. It explains why the royal steward Apiy did not hesitate to mention
Ptah and “the gods and goddesses of Memphis” in his letter to the king, in the
fifth year of the latter’s reign — letter in which Akhnaton is still called
Amenhotep, although he already bears the significant title: “living in Truth.” It
explains why there was, originally, above the inscription of Silsileh
commemorating the opening of quarries in the South, to provide stone for the
earliest known Aton temple, a figure of the king worshipping Amon, while the
Sun-disk — Aton — shed over him the famous
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1
Breasted. “Ancient Records of Egypt” (edit. 1906), Vol. II, p. 384.
2
See “A Son of God,” Chapter 2 and 3.
3
Breasted. “Ancient Records of Egypt” (edit. 1906), Vol. II, p. 389.
4
Longer Hymn to the Sun.
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Aton, whatever men may choose to call Him, — and that the Hidden One
Himself has many and various attributes. It did not proclaim itself the only
possible approach to Truth. And they were not fighting to forward the belief
that it was, or that it should be looked upon as such. They were fighting for
their own survival as the “spiritual Authority” behind the Egyptian throne — a
“spiritual Authority” which had, in fact, long ceased to be purely spiritual, but
that they claimed all the more violently to represent as a means to an end.
They had become, in course of time, a more and more intriguing, more and
more power-grabbing organisation. They were fighting to retain the possibility
of indefinitely extending their privileges. Their ultimate goal (which they were
to reach two and a half centuries later)1 was not the defence of the pharaonic
order as it stood — royal power separated from, yet in close alliance with
priestly authority, — but nothing short of the seizure of the royal sceptre in
their own hands and the establishment, to their own profit, of a theocracy in
the most ordinary sense of the word, i.e.: of a régime under which both
temporal and spiritual power would be theirs. They were fighting, apparently
maybe, as champions of the existing order; but in reality, to forward that bold
dream of priestly rule.
It was a necessity for them to crush Akhnaton and his dream of divine
rule, under which they would have no place. It was a necessity for him to put
an end to their intrigues, and to suppress their influence. From the sixth year
of his reign onwards, he stood up alone against centuries of tradition and
waged war on Amon and on practically all the gods of Egypt, not because his
lofty impersonal God had suddenly become a “jealous” one in his eyes; not
because he had, himself, become a religious “fanatic” (or an intellectual one),
but because he had grown thoroughly conscious of the danger that the
priests represented from his point of view, i.e., from the point of view of his
State-idea.
The necessity that prompted him to action was more than “religious” or,
to be more accurate, it was not religious at all in the narrow, individual sense
of the word. It had nothing to
1
In 1117 B.C., when, at the death of Ramose the Eleventh, Hrihor, High-priest of Amon, ascended
the Theban throne.
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do with his realisation of the Divine, which nobody contested, nor with the
destiny of his personal soul, with which nobody interfered. It was the
necessity of coping with danger. It arose as a consequence of the stubborn
opposition of the priests of Amon to his conception of an ideal theocratic
State, headed by himself, and specially to his attempt to make Thebes, —
their sacred Thebes, stronghold of their power for centuries, — the centre of
such a State. That opposition had to be overcome at any cost, if Akhnaton
was at all to try to bring his Golden Age theocracy into existence. But it was
powerful, for the priests of Amon were, as a body, fabulously rich. And it was
bitter, — desperate; — for the issue at stake presented itself to them in the
form of the tragic dilemma: to rule or not to rule, which, to their ambitious
hearts, meant: to be or not to be.
We do not know what they actually did to confound the king’s plans. But
they surely did something which provoked Akhnaton’s greatest indignation:
we have an echo of his vehement reaction to their stand in an unfortunately
mutilated inscription upon one of the boundary-stones of Tell-el-Amarna; the
text is eloquent, even though many words are missing,1 and shows at least
that the Founder of the Religion of the Disk saw in the priests of Amon an
essentially evil force. Evil, and mighty. Exceptional situations — dangerous
situations — call for exceptional measures. King Akhnaton answered the
priests’ hostility by a declaration of war to the finish: he banned the name of
Amon as the symbol of the hitherto pharaonic State in which those priests
had had so much to say, and as that of the priestly State — the false
theocracy — by which they dreamed of replacing it one day; and he had it
and all representations of the Theban god erased from all public and private
monuments, even from the walls of his own father’s tomb; he clanged his own
name, Amenhotep, which meant “Amon is at peace,” into Akhnaton — ”Joy-
of-the-Solar-Disk.” And he confiscated the priests’ wealth: their enormous
land-property, and all their treasures on which he could lay hands. And he
caused
1
“For as may Father liveth ... more evil are they (the priests) than those things which I have heard
in the 4th year; more evil are they than those things which King ... heard; more evil are they than
those things which Menkheperura (Thotmose IV) heard ... in the mouth of Negroes; in the mouth of
any people!”
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the doors of the great temple of Amon in Karnak to be closed. Then, seeing in
the priesthoods of the many other gods a force that could only ally itself to
that of Amon’s servants in their struggle against himself and against the State
he intended to build, he soon dismissed them also, and had the names of the
traditional deities and the plural word “gods” erased from the inscriptions, and
all temples closed (with the exception of those of the Sun-gods of Heliopolis,
in connection with whose tradition he intended to give his Aton religion a hold
upon his people). And finally, — when he realised that the City of Amon
would irredeemably remain hostile to his plans; when he lost all hope of
making it the centre of his ideal State — he moved from Thebes in search of
some virgin soil upon which he could lay the foundations of the City of his
dreams, new capital of the Egyptian Empire; political and religious centre of a
new world.
From there, his struggle against the priests of Amon — now
dispossessed, but never persecuted, for Akhnaton, the Man “above Time,”
was opposed to all violence — would no doubt continue; and so would, from
all Egypt, their struggle against him. It was, however, we repeat, — for one
can never repeat it and stress it enough — anything but a struggle between
his God-conscious “individual” soul and the traditional gods of the community:
the national gods as such. It was, least of all, a struggle between
“monotheism” and “polytheism.” It was a conflict between the Golden Age
conception of the State ruled by an actual King-god — one of the rare divine
Men that appear now and then in all ages, but with less and less power on
earth as time follows its downward course, — and the conception of the State
ruled by a king assisted, and gradually dominated — overshadowed, — and
finally replaced by an increasingly powerful priestly class; conception which
leads ultimately to priestly rule (in the name of the gods, for the benefit of the
priests.) It was the conflict between the long-forgotten State-idea implied in
the “Kingdom of Ra,” and that embodied in the pharaonic State rapidly
evolving towards the kingdom of Hrihor; in other words, the conflict between
real and false theocracy.
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In the sixth year of his reign, Akhnaton founded the City that was to be
the pattern and the capital of his ideal State. And he named it Akhetaton —
the City-of-the-Horizon-of-the-Disk.
As stated above,1 the place which he selected — and where the ruins of
the City are still to be seen, — lies some hundred and ninety miles south of
the site of modern Cairo, on the eastern bank of the Nile. It is a crescent-
shaped bay, some eight miles long and three miles wide, at the foot of the
limestone desert-cliffs which, to the north and to the south of it, abruptly
recede from the river.
It is difficult to tell what hidden reasons — what mysterious but all-
potent cosmic correspondences — prompted the young. Prophet of the Sun
to order his ships to be anchored and his, following to land, as he beheld the
predestined bay on his right hand side, during his slow and thoughtful journey
down the Nile. There must have been such reasons; there always are for the
determination or, rather, for the discovery of a sacred spot, anywhere upon
the surface of the earth. And from what one can guess of his religious
sensitiveness, Akhnaton was surely aware of their existence, even though it
be rash to assert that he “knew” them, intellectually, i.e., that he could have
formulated them in clear sentences; explained them. However, two factors
undoubtedly played a decisive part in his conscious choice of the site: first, it
was beautiful; in the distance, the light-grey lime-stone cliffs — that looked
white under the dazzling midday sun, pink or violet at sunset — resplendent
between the yellow desert-sand and the pure sky, unbelievably blue. And,
coming from the South, one could see their clear-cut outlines, bordering the
bay to the North, above the shining, greyish-blue waters of the Nile. Under
moon-light (in supposing that Akhnaton had a first glimpse of it at night) the
place was no less if not even more dream-like. And, in addition to that, it was
virgin land — religiously speaking; sacred, no doubt, according to the
untraced cosmic parallelism that made it so, but never yet noticed, never yet
recognised and utilised as such; never connected with the cult of any of the
man-made deities, or with the life of any king. In the words of the first
boundary-stelae of Tell-el-Amarna, it belonged “neither to a
1
Page 135.
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1
Tell-el-Amarna boundary-stelae.
2
Second Foundation inscription, quoted by A. Weigall, “Life and times of Akhnaton” (new and
revised edit. 1922), p. 89-90.
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thousands of years in advance, the opening of) a new era. As I said, this era
was to be nothing less than the “Era of Truth” — the Golden Age — in which
the world, aware of all that is implied in its filiation to the Sun, is governed by
“gods,” real “Children of the Sun,” not for the greatest “happiness” of the
greatest number of men (a decadent idea) but for the fulfillment of Lifers
highest purpose, which is to be a conscious hymn to the Sun. And the words
of consecration and the oath, first pronounced “on the 13th day of the fourth
month of the second season,” in the sixth year of the king’s reign, were
repeated, according to a tablet, “on the 8th day of the first month of the
second season,” in the eight regal year, when Akhnaton came back to inhabit
his newly-built capital; repeated, nay, with renewed stress: “It” (the dedicated
territory) “shall be for Aton, my Father: its hills, its deserts, all its fowl, all its
people, all its cattle, all things which Aton produces, on which His rays shine;
all things which are in Akhetaton, they will be for my Father, the living Aton,
unto the temple of Aton in the City, forever and ever. They are all offered to
His spirit. And may His rays be beauteous when they receive them.”1
The oath the young king had sworn not to extend the sacred territory
beyond the limits he had given it, did not bind him to remain, within it, cut off
from the rest of the world, as though in an ivory tower. It merely emphasised
the extraordinary importance which he gave the demarcated land (possibly
for mystical reasons, unknown to us) and his desire to restrict to it (doubtless
for practical reasons) his direct experiment of the ideal State. We know, in
fact, from the famous Tell-el-Amarna tablets — a part of his diplomatic
correspondence with other kings and with his own high officials and vassals
in Syria and Palestine — that he continued governing the Empire from his
new capital (only that he governed it in the strange manner of a man who did
not live in his own Age). And we know that, apart from the City-of-the-
Horizon-of-the-Disk, he founded at least two other towns dedicated to Aton,
and intended (in his mind) to be, like the capital, radiating centres of the new
worship: one somewhere in Syria — we
1
Quoted by A. Weigall, “Life and times of Akhnaton,” 1922, p. 93.
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do not know where, — and one, named Gem-Aton, in Nubia, near the Third
Cataract of the Nile.1
As I have pointed out elsewhere2 one is tempted to see, in the choice of
these two places, one at each end of his dominions, a sign of Akhnaton’s
effort to prepare his whole Empire to become sacred territory, “property of the
Sun” in the highest sense of the word. His ultimate desire was, no doubt, to
see the rule of the Sun — the socio-political (and religious) earthly order
identical to the divine cosmic Order, — established in every land: the Religion
of Light and Life as cosmic Energy cannot be limited to a particular area of
the earthly sphere. But after his bitter experience in Thebes, he was aware of
the difficulties that stand in the way of such an achievement, and of the
necessity of acting gradually. The best he could do, to begin with, was to see
to it that at least three dedicated cities were built within his Empire. And of
these, Akhetaton, the capital, founded upon holy ground which he had
personally selected, and directly governed by him, was to be the first visible
and tangible instance of the Golden Age theocracy of his dreams: the first
example of what the earth can become when a true child of the Sun “causes
it to belong to Him Who hath made it.”
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1
J. Baikie, “The Amarna Age” (edit. 1926), p. 263. Also A. Weigall, l.c., p. 166.
2
“A Son of God,” p. 65.
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One of the most pathetic facts about Akhetaton, the “Seat of Truth,” is
certainly the haste with which it was built.
Within about two years — between the date of the solemn consecration
of the holy territory, in the sixth year of Akhnaton’s reign, and the date at
which he came and settled there, early in the eighth year, — the new capital
took shape, with the result that, in many instances, instead of finely-cut
masonry, “rubble was used, with a thin stone facing. Mud brick was white-
washed to look like lime-stone.”1 Even the tombs, — “houses of eternity” —
that the king caused to be hewn out of the live rock, in the desert hills to the
east of the City, for those of his followers that he particularly wished to
honour, “also witness to the furious hurry in which everything was done and
to the lack of sufficient skilled artisans and artists.”2 It was as though
Akhnaton had known from the start that his days were numbered, and had
been obsessed by the tragic dilemma: “Now, — or never!” (which is, in fact,
the dilemma hanging over the genesis of all great achievements within Time,
more or less at any period, save at the beginning of a new Time-cycle, and
whatever be the quality — “in Time,” “above Time” or “against Time” — of the
men fated to act; the dilemma more and more inseparable from action in
Time as such, as one advances towards — or into — the Dark Age.)
And yet, — in spite of that haste, — the City, the central part of which at
least was “particularly well laid out,”3 was, on the whole, an exceptional
abode of order and beauty. It stretched between the light, greyish-yellow sand
of the desert and the orchards and gardens that bordered the Nile, over a
distance of five miles from south to north, on either side of two main avenues.
One of these is, to this day, known to the inhabitants of the near-by villages
as “the Imperial Way” — Sikket-es Sultan — while the other, somewhat
further east, has been given the name of High-Priest Street by the modern
excavators of the site — as though the theocratic idea that gave birth to the
short-lived capital had imposed itself upon their
1
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), p. 17.
2
J. D. S. Pendlebury, Ibid., p. 56.
3
J. D. S. Pendlebury, Ibid., p. 41.
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1
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna,” p. 77.
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1
J. D. S. Pendlebury, Tell-el-Amarna.”
2
J. D. S. Pendlebury, (Tell-el-Amarna,” edit. 1936, p. 92) suggests that Akhnaton quite possibly
used himself to paint. “Two paint brushes of palm-fibre, several fish-bones for use of drawing quills,
the end still stained with colour, and a good deal of raw paints were found in a private room of the
king’s palace.”
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Both the Great Temple of Aton and the king’s main palace were buildings of
unbelievable splendour.1 The decoration of the latter, — its painted
pavements in the new, free “Amarna style,” representing calves gambolling
through high grasses full of poppies, or wild ducks waddling their way through
marshes, (or, in the more public rooms, processions of the subject-races of
the Empire: Negroes and Nubians, Libyans and Semites); its wall-frescoes
picturing birds and butterflies fluttering over ponds covered with water-lilies,
while silver-scaled fishes swam between the reeds; its painted ceilings,
picturing flights of pigeons, — was, like that of the Northern Palace, a hymn to
the loveliness of Life; the visible equivalent of the well-known songs of praise
through which we infer the essential of Akhnaton’s religion. And one can
hardly imagine the impression that one must have had on entering what
seems to have been its immense reception hall, the 542 palm-shaped pillars
of which bore capitals inlaid with gold and richly-coloured glazes.
And although the temple has been so utterly destroyed that nothing is
left of it but the foundations, we can safely presume that it was no less
beautifully adorned than the king’s own dwelling.
Indeed, even the ordinary middle-class house in Akhetaton, the type of
which can be studied in the remains of the Northern Suburb of the City, was
more lovely than many a rich flat of our modern world. Not only was it
independent, — self-contained — and practically always situated within
extensive grounds,2 but it had more than a sufficient number of rooms to
secure privacy to the members of a large household and was provided with
all the comfort that was possible in Eighteenth Dynasty Egypt. And the walls
were painted with birds and garlands, less elaborately, of course, than those
of the palace, but in the same nature-loving spirit, and the inside of it, though
simple, “must have been a glow of colour,
1
See the description of them in Arthur Weigall’s “Life and Times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1922) — in
Baikie’s “Amarna Age” (edit. 1926); in J. D. S. Pendlebury’s “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), etc.
2
The house T. 36, 11 studied by J. D. S. Pendlebury, lay, for instance, in an enclosure of seventy
yards by fifty. (See Pendlebury’s “Tell-el-Amarna,” edit. 1935, p. 102 and following.)
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with the patches of bright paint and the gilded or polished furniture.”1
The remains of the whole place testify to Akhnaton’s attempt to make it
the pattern and the centre of a world of beauty and happiness; of a world
regenerated through utmost truth to Nature — faithfulness to the spirit of the
Sun. And more eloquent, perhaps, than all the rest, are the ruins of the
“workmen’s village” to the East of the City. There stood regularly planned
“neat rows of cottages side by side,”2 along roads at right angle to one
another. Each labourer shared with his family one of those little cottages,
which comprised “a front room, used both as a kitchen and as a parlour,
bedrooms, and a cupboard at the back Inside the houses, rough paintings on
the mud walls hint at the effort of the individual workman to decorate his
surroundings and to express his piety; the charms and amulets picked up on
the floor show which of the many goods of Egypt were most in favour with
working men; scattered tools and implements tell of the work of each, or of
his pursuits in leisure hours.”3 And if, as it has sometimes been supposed, —
as the single entrance to it, the “marks of patrol roads all round it,” the
surrounding walls “in no way defensive” but high enough to “keep people in,”4
and its apparently intentional aloofness from the City, would perhaps suggest,
— this “workmen’s village” was, in fact, a place of internment for men who
had disobeyed the king, (what people call to-day a “re-education” camp, when
they are polite, or a concentration camp, when they are not, or when they
speak of “the enemy’s” institutions), then its evidence would be even more
eloquent still. For, dreary as they may have looked, in their uniformity, those
little houses all in a row were far better than any “coolie lines” of modern India
(before 1947, at least), nay, better than the English workmen’s dwellings of
the dark years of industrial growth, in the nineteenth Century. And their
1
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), p. 109.
2
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), p. 58 and 118. See also Sir Leonard Woolley,
“Digging Up the Past,” p. 61-63.
3
Sir Leonard Woolley, Ibid., p. 62.
4
See J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna,” (just quoted).
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***
1
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1936), p. 58.
2
Arthur Weigall, “Life and Times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1922), p. 59.
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nay, by most archaeologists, is simple — too simple, in fact. It rests upon the
following reasoning process: in all its other aspects, (as one can see from the
scenes of animal and plant life on the walls and pavements of the palaces,)
the Amarna art excells in faithfulness to nature; it has represented Akhnaton
with a misshaped head and an ungainly body; therefore he must have been
afflicted with both.” Too simple, I say, for this is contradicted by several
likenesses of the king such as the life-size lime-stone bust of the Berlin
Museum,1 which is anything but out of proportion. The true explanation is to,
Ire sought elsewhere: in the time-honoured tradition that “Ra-Horakhti had
once reigned on earth,” and in the comparison of the strangest “portraits” of
the king, queen and princesses with the Egyptian “wood and slate carvings
and ivory figures of archaic times.” “The similarity between the treatment of
the human body in this archaic art and the “new” art of Akhnaton at once
becomes apparent,” writes Arthur Weigall, the one archaeologist who, to my
knowledge, and whatever may have been his prepossessions about the Aton
religion, hinted at the right significance of the strange “exaggerations” of the
Amarna artists; “in all representations of archaic men, one sees the elongated
skull, so characteristic of the king’s style; in the clay and ivory figures is the
prominent stomach; and here also, most apparent of all, are the
unaccountably large thighs and ponderous hips.”2 And he produces, in
support of this statement, two royal heads and a statuette in archaic style
discovered by Sir Flinders Petrie at Abydos and Diospolis,3 works of art in
which the “Amarna features are obvious,” and he boldly holds Akhnaton’s
“new style” for what it is: not the realistic portraiture of an ungainly model, still
less the sickly creation of decadent artists in search of bizarrerie, but an
“archaic renaissance” with a deep political meaning; the external sign of a
return to the old idea of divine kingship, with its old implications.
This is indeed the only explanation of the “Amarna style” In the light of
which the apparent contrast between the utter realism in the rendering of
nature scenes (and in some of the
1
Now in Wiesbaden.
2
Arthur Weigall, “Life and Times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1922), p. 63.
3
See the pictures in Weigall’s quoted book (p. 64).
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1
Arthur Weigall, “Life and Times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1922), p. 65. J. D. S. Pendlebury, l.c., p. 14.
2
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), p. 102.
3
J. D. S. Pendlebury, Ibid., p. 109.
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lintel of the front door” (in the same house) bore a picture of the owner of the
house “worshipping the royal and divine Names, and saying a short prayer.”1
This can be seen also, and no less glaringly, in the twenty-five tombs in
the desert hills, to the East of the City. “Taken together,” those tombs, where
not a single reference to Osiris or to any of the old mythology of the
Netherworld is to be found, and where only two funeral scenes are depicted,2
“only reveal one personality, one family, one home, one career and one mode
of worship. This is the figure, family, palace and occupations of the King, and
the worship of the Sun — which also was his.”3 Of course, scenes from the
career of those men to whom the tombs were destined, — in the tomb of
Mahu, for instance, scenes showing the latter’s efficiency as Commander of
the Police, — were also represented upon the walls. But they are always
connected, in one manner or another, with the person of the King. They tell
the loyalty which the courtiers (outwardly at least) professed to him; their
readiness to “hearken to his Teaching of life”; the generosity with which he
lavished rewards upon them for their zeal in the discharge of their official
duties and for their alleged orthodoxy regarding the Religion of the Disk. And
the scenes of domestic life-the naturalness of which has been emphasised by
all archaeologists, — show the life of the royal family. And the scenes of
worship picture the King and Queen before the altar of the Sun. And in their
prayers, the noblemen, owners of the tombs, beg Aton, the Source of life,
Who is also the Ruler of Destiny, to grant them to continue serving the King
beyond the gates of death, and proclaim, again and again, in beautiful words,
Akhnaton’s divinity as Son of the Sun: “Thou hast formed him out of Thine
own Rays... He is Thy Emanation...”;4 “Thy rays are upon Thy bright Image,
the Ruler of Truth, who proceedeth from Eternity; Though givest him Thy
duration and Thy years... As long
1
J. D. S. Pendlebury, Ibid. p. 103.
2
In the burial chamber of Princess Makitaton, and in the tomb of Huya.
3
Norman de Garis Davies, “The Rack Tombs of el-Amarna,” p. 18-19.
4
Tomb of Vita (Inscription).
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1
Tomb of May (Inscription).
2
Tomb of Ay (Inscription).
3
Japan, the one Sun-State of our contemporary world is much older. But I do not mention it in this
connection because of the very long eclipse of the Emperors’ personal rule, (from the days of
Yoritomo, the first Shogun, (1186-1199) to 1866.) Also because of the part played by thought
currents other than State Sun-worship (Buddhism; Confucianism, etc.) in Japanese history.
4
Even before 551 A.D. (date of the introduction of Buddhism) Japan had other important gods
besides the Sun-Goddess. Legend shows that for a long time the supremacy of the latter had to be
won over the claims of her powerful and troublesome brother Su-sa-no-wo, the tempest god.
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***
There can be none, because every State rests upon coercion — i.e.
violence — nay, because, always, save at the very dawn of a new Time-
cycle, — and all the more as one advances into an Age of Gloom, — life itself
is inseparable from violence under some form or another. And archaeological
evidence shows that, with all its loveliness, Akhnaton’s City was no exception
to the eternal Laws. However much the sight of it may have been, as a whole,
“like a glimpse of Heaven,”1 it bore, even materially, the signs of the Dark
Ages: behind the beautiful estates that lined the roads in the North Suburb
and the “second ring of medium-sized houses” at the back of these, “finally
came the slums: a mere tangle of hovels, sharing common court-yards.”2 In
spite of his endeavour to give everyone a place within his sacred territory;
nay, in spite of the fact that he had, in his hymns, laid down the principle of
the separation of races, implying the idea that only natural differences among
men should be sanctioned and stressed in a society copied upon the eternal
Order of heaven, Akhnaton could not, even in the City of his dreams, avoid
the bitter struggle for space between the well-to-do and the poor, on grounds
of wealth alone, struggle that had, in his days already, long become one of
the permanent features of human life. It is indeed difficult to say whether, in
that “tangle of hovels” — the back streets of the Northern Suburb, — no
Egyptian lived, whom his sincere adherence to the Religion of the Disk and
his qualities of character should have recommended to the king’s attention
and won him a private house as comfortable as that which Pnahesi the
Ethiopian (or the Negro)3 occupied to the South of the official Quarters.
There is more. As I said above, the so-called “workmen’s village,” some
miles to the East of the capital, looks strangely like a model convicts’ camp,
run under exceptionally humane conditions. Now, even if it were just a
workmen’s village (which is, possible, despite the isolating walls, and the
traces
1
Inscription in the tomb of May (tomb 14) at Tell-el-Amarna.
2
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), p. 45.
3
Sir Wallis Budge, “Tutankhamon, Amenism, Atenism and Egyptian Monotheism,” p. 92.
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of patrol roads all round it), still the fact would remain that there existed an
armed police-force in Akhetaton, and that this force did not confine its activity
to mere parades. This is unmistakably shown upon the walls of the tomb of
Mahu, “Chief of the Police,”1 where malefactors are actually pictured “led
handcuffed into the presence of the Vizier and other nobles, for
examination.”2 There is, admittedly, no evidence at all of the death-penalty, or
even of drastic repression methods, having existed within the sacred area (or,
in fact, anywhere in Egypt) during Akhnaton’s reign. (Sir Wallis Budge’s
assumption of the contrary is a purely gratuitous one, based, as he himself
states, upon the mere fact that Akhnaton’s was an “Oriental” Court.)3 And
even the priests of Amon — the King’s arch-enemies, — were merely
dispossessed of their fabulous wealth, and, apparently, neither killed nor in
any way persecuted (otherwise, this would have been recorded — and
stressed — in such inscriptions as the Cairo stele, describing conditions
under Akhnaton’s government, retrospectively, after the restoration of the cult
of Amon). Yet, the mere existence of a force of coercion in Akhetaton shows
that the City was not the earthly paradise of the king’s dreams.
The maintenance of a police was not the only willing or unwilling —
conscious or unconscious — concession of the Man “above Time” to the
necessities (or to the standing conditions) of this Dark Age. All archaeologists
agree that not only was Akhnaton himself “no hunter,” but that there is in his
reign no evidence of hunting, as though the cruel sport had been forbidden,
or at least strongly discouraged, as contrary to the spirit of a religion which
exalted the beauty and sanctity of Life. Yet, on the other hand, it is more
difficult to deny the evidence of at least occasional animal-sacrifices in
connection with the Religion of the Disk. Even though the offerings may have
consisted “mostly of vegetables, fruits and flowers”;4 even though a passage
of Sir Wallis Budge relating to the altars in the open courts of the Great
Temple of Aton
1
Tomb No. 9, (southern series) at Tell-el-Amarna.
2
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1915), p. 52.
3
Sir Wallis Budge, “Tutankhamon, Amenism, Atenism and Egypt, Monotheism, p. 107-108.
4
A. Weigall, “Life and Times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1922), p. 108.
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would seem to suggest that no sacrifices were offered upon them, any more
than on the altar which Queen Hatshepsut had erected to Ra-Horakhti in her
temple at Der-el-Bahri,1 there remains the first inscription set up in
commemoration of the foundation of Akhetaton, which states that the King
offered Aton a great sacrifice “of bread, beer, horned bulls, polled bulls,
beasts, fowl, wine, incense and all goodly herbs”;2 there remains the
disturbing, even if not hundred per cent convincing, pictorial evidence of
garlanded bulls,3 and of feasts in which the presence of meat and poultry is
suggested.4 It may be, of course, that Akhnaton only allowed animal
sacrifices in order to impress upon his people the filiation of his “new” cult to
the immemorial Sun-cult of Heliopolis, of which such ritual blood-shed was a
feature, — he needed spectacular concessions to deep-rooted tradition, if he
was to impose upon Egypt, “peacefully,” a religion as “un-Egyptian” as his. It
may be also that he realised that, if suppressed, the time-honoured rite, which
at least regulated and restricted meat-eating to some extent, would only be
replaced by a more extensive and more gruesome slaughter of animals in the
name of gluttony alone (as it actually was to be, one day, in the Christian
world). But whatever be the explanation one might put forward to reconcile
his attitude in this matter with the lofty Golden Age wisdom that radiates from
all we know of Akhnaton’s career, it cannot destroy the fact that the two are
incompatible.
There never was and there never can be any killing of innocent birds
and beasts, — be it as offerings to the Sun — in a
1
Sir Wallis Budge, “History of Egypt” (edit. 1902), Vol. IV, p. 122: “...it is possible that the idea of
the altars was suggested to the architect Bek, the son of Men, by the altar which Queen
Hatshepsut, had erected in her temple at Der-al-Bahari. It is an interesting fact that no sacrifices of
any, kind were offered up either on the Queen’s altar on the altars of her successors, and it must
be noted that the Queen says in bar inscription that she had built the altar for her father Ra-
Harmachis, and that Ra-Harmachis was the one ancient god of the Egyptians that Amenhotep IV
delighted to honour.”
2
Quoted by A. Weigall, “Life and times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1922), p. 83.
3
In the tomb of Merira, (tomb 4) at Tell -el-Amarna.
4
In the tomb of Huya, (tomb 1) at Tell-el-Amarna.
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real Golden Age. And the toleration of this most ancient rite, even
exceptionally, and with the most laudable practical justification, in Akhnaton’s
holy City, merely illustrates with further forcifulness how impossible it is for a
Man “above s Time” — nay, specially for a Man “above Time” — to create an
earthly paradise within our Dark Age.
***
1
Sir Flinders Petrie, “History of Egypt,” Vol. 11, p. 259.
2
S. Cook, “Cambridge Ancient History” (edit. 1924), Vol. 11, p 303.
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The movement seems to have had two main centres: the land of Amor,
in Northern Syria, and the Plain of Jezreel, in Palestine. The Amorite chieftain
Abdashirta and his three sons — and, foremost among these, the famous
Aziru, — and Ikatama, the “man of Kadesh,” and, in the South, Labaya (or
Lapaya), Tagi, Milki-Ili, and others, were the most troublesome anti-Egyptian
dynasts, — those whose names one reads over and over again in the
complaining reports addressed to Akhnaton by loyal ones such as Abi-Milki of
Tyre, Biridiya of Megiddo, and, above all, Ribaddi, the indefatigable “king” of
Gebal (Byblos), and Abdikhipa, Governor of Jerusalem.
These both remained unflinchingly faithful to the end (even after Abi-
Milki and many another staunch ally of Egypt had long gone over to the Sa-
Gaz in sheer desperation, as no help had come to him from Pharaoh, in
answer to his pathetic despatches.) Their messages are not only the most
numerous (over fifty letters addressed to Akhnaton by Ribaddi alone have
come down to us), but they are moving beyond words, even to this day, at a
distance of three thousand three hundred years — moving, as completely
selfless loyalty, (loyalty coupled with the certainty of disaster) always is. And
at first, one can only experience bewilderment at Akhnaton’s attitude as he
took knowledge of them; bewilderment and something more, at his apparent
indifference to the fate of those who were dying for him with such faith. But let
us recall in a nutshell the general course of events, as one follows it in the
“Tell-el-Amarna Letters.”
The immediate impression one gathers from these most ancient
diplomatic documents is extremely confusing. A number of local princes and
chieftains, after equally lengthy and vehement protestations of their own
loyalty to the King of Egypt, describe him the growing unrest in their particular
areas, every one of them accusing his neighbour of being a friend of the Sa-
Gaz (or of the Habiru) a liar and a traitor. It is only gradually, — as one reads
further messages, — that one begins to understand who is really loyal and
who is not. Then one reads of dynasts at first faithful to Egypt — such as Abi-
Milki — who, one after the other, go over to the opposite — anti-Egyptian —
camp. Their names are given in the letters of other local dynasts, who still
hold on. But from the increasing
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entreaty in their own messages — appeals for military help and protection —
one concludes that no satisfactory answer had reached them from the distant
Capital of the Sun, and that they have gone over to the enemy in sheer rage
and disgust, not wanting to die uselessly for a king who did not seem to value
their devotion to his cause. Soon, there are practically only two chieftains who
have accepted to carry on, in the name of and for Egypt, the struggle against
the Sa-Gaz and Habiru and whomever might stand on their side; two last
sincere allies of Akhnaton as an emperor: Ribaddi and Abdikhipa. The letters
of both of them give a rapidly darkening picture of the situation, and lay more
and more stress upon the urgency of the Pharaoh’s intervention, if the Empire
is to be saved.
The progress of the Amorites, under Abdashirta and his sons, towards
the South (and towards the sea-coast) makes Ribaddi feel threatened in his
stronghold. And yet, in the beginning, his demands strike us as being indeed
very modest, “May it seem good to my Lord, the Sun of the Lands, to send
me twenty pairs of horses,”1 writes he, in one of his early despatches. In
another he merely asks for “three hundred men”2 to help him to hold Gebal
(Byblos) against the increasing menace. But that aid is, apparently, never
sent. And although Abdashirta is killed in a skirmish, the Amorites push
forward, now in alliance with Arvad, a coastal town that has thrown in its lot
with theirs. And they are besieging Simyra, another — important — harbour.
“As a bird in the fowler’s snare, so is Simyra. Night and day the sons of
Abdashirta are against it, by land, and the men of Arvad by sea.”3 Meanwhile,
the elders of distant Tunip, in North-East Syria, send Akhnaton what is,
certainly, one of the most moving official documents of all times: “Who could
formerly have plundered Tunip, without being plundered by Men-kheper-Ra?
(Thotmose the Third) ... May the king, our Lord, ask his old men if it be not so.
But now, we no longer belong to Egypt” ... “Aziru will treat Tunip as he has
treated Niy ... And when Aziru enters Simyra, he will do to us as he pleases,
and
1
Letter 103, (Knutzon Collection).
2
Letter 93, (Knutzon Collection).
3
Letter 84, (Winckler Collection).
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the King will have to lament... And now, Tunip, thy city, weeps, and her tears
are flowing and there is no help for us. For twenty years we have been
sending (despatches) to our Lord, the King of Egypt, but there has not come
to us a word from our Lord — not one!”1
Still no aid comes. It is as though Akhnaton were deaf to all appeals: as
though the fate of his dominions did not interest him or, as though, perhaps,
— one wonders — the Syrian news never reached him.
More local dynasts — Zimrida, of Sidon; Yapa-addu, and others, — join
the enemies of Egypt. Ribaddi sends the king a list of the towns that “the sons
of Abadashirta” have taken, describes his own plight, cut off as he is from the
ports of Northern Syria and surrounded by enemies closing in on him, and
begs, again and again, for troops to be sent to him, to help him defend
Simyra. For if Simyra falls, Byblos is sure to fall. But no troops are sent. And a
line or two upon a clay tablet tell Akhnaton the result of his refusal to fight:
“Simyra, thy fortress, is now in the power of the Sa-Gaz.”2
Then follows the whole story of Ribaddi’s desperate stand, from the
midst of a starving town in growing rebellion against him, — alone; loyal, to
his overlord to the bitter end, in spite of every sign of the latter’s indifference;
— and his last pathetic appeal: “O, let not my Lord the king neglect the city”3
and his last brief news: “The enemy does not depart from the gates of
Byblos....”
As Byblos fell, he was captured by Aziru, and delivered into the hands
of the confederate Amorite chiefs, to be put to death in a manner one is left to
imagine. We know it from Akhnaton’s one surviving letter, written to Aziru
after the happening. The King’s grief and indignation, as the deed was
brought to his knowledge, seem hardly compatible with his constant refusal to
help the most faithful and the bravest of all his vassals.
The despatches from Palestine give the account of parallel events
succeeding one another at the same tragic tempo:
1
Letter 41, (Winckler Collection) quoted (CLXX) by Sir Flinders Petrie “Hist. Egypt,” Vol. II, p. 292-
293.
2
Letter 56, (Winckler Collection).
3
Letter 137, (Knutzon Collection).
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increasing pressure of the Habiru from all sides, and increasing disaffection of
the chieftains hitherto loyal to Egypt, as they receive no aid in answer to their
distressed letters; intrigues of the most able hostile princelings in order to
bribe or threaten into their alliance (and that of the Habiru) those who still
hesitate, wondering where their interest lies; and, from the one man faithful to
Egypt to the end, namely Abdikhipa, Governor of Jerusalem, further reports of
spreading lawlessness, — plunder and murder — and desperate appeals for
help, and desperate warnings that, if no help comes, the whole land will
become the prey of the rebels and of their allies — “If no troops come this
year, all the lands of the king, my Lord, will be lost”;1 — postscripts addressed
to Akhnaton’s cuneiform scribe, with whom Abdikhipa seems to have been
personally acquainted: “Bring clearly before the king, my Lord, these words:
All the lands of the king my Lord are going to ruin.”2 And finally, the faithful
Governor’s last report of disaster: “Now, the Habiru occupy the cities. Not one
prince remains; all are ruined,”3 — and his last protest of loyalty, in, spite of
all: “The king has set his name upon the Land of Jerusalem, for ever;
therefore I cannot forsake the Land of Jerusalem.”4
There is no evidence that Akhnaton did anything to defend his last
stronghold in Asia, be it at the eleventh hour; or that he tried to recover any
portion of the lost territories. And thus “from the boundaries of Asia Minor and
Northern Mesopotamia to the Sinai Desert, Egyptian domination now became
a thing of the past — a thing, nay, that was, despite the efforts and partial
success of the Pharaohs of the next dynasty, never to be again.”5
And along with the Egyptian Empire (and with Akhnaton’s prestige at
home, which alone victorious war could have strengthened) disappeared the
chances of the Religion of the Disk to remain the State religion of Egypt and
to become, in the form Akhnaton had given it, a world-force. In Syria, harsh
1
Letter 183, (Winckler Collection).
2
Same letter.
3
Letter 181, (Winckler Collection).
4
Quoted by J. Baikie, “The Amarna Age” (edit. 1926), p. 183.
5
See “A Son of God,” p. 208.
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Hittite domination replaced mild Egyptian rule. And if the Habiru of the Tell-el-
Amarna Letters really be the all-too-well-known Hebrews, it is hardly
necessary to point out what far-reaching consequences — totally
unpredictable in Akhnaton’s days — their permanent settling in Canaan was
to have for world history. This was not the last time that a ruler’s reluctance to
war was to originate developments far worse (in the long run) than war would
have been, nor — if the above suggestion be right, — the last time that a
generous dream was finally to forward the ends of the least generous of all
races. But it was the first — and last — time that such a powerful potentate,
— the mightiest of his epoch, — took on such a terrible responsibility for the
sake of and sacrificed so much to an ideal of peace rooted neither in a
philosophy of decay (like the pacifism of most of our contemporaries) nor in a
lofty, but other-worldly wisdom, such as Emperor Asoka’s Buddhism, but in a
Golden Age conception of life, at the same time unquestionably generous and
faithful to this earth.
For there is no reason to suppose, as some archaeologists seem to,
that Akhnaton acted, or rather, abstained from acting, out of sheer ignorance
of the situation. True, the Tell-el-Amarna Letters are confusing. True, the
most decidedly treacherous vassals of Egypt, such as Abdashirta, or Aziru
himself, express their allegiance to their “Lord, the King, the Sun of the lands”
in the most glowing phrases (all the more glowing that they are more
treacherous). True, there were at the Court of Akhetaton, elements of very,
very doubtful loyalty (such as that Tutu, with whom Aziru was personally in
correspondence, and to whom he used to send presents). And Akhnaton
“may well have received a very censored and edited version”1 of the Syrian
despatches. Still, of all that amount of appealing distress, something must
have reached him. And there remained to him, anyhow, one reliable way of
finding out the truth, and that consisted in going to Syria himself, as his
forefathers had, one after the other. That way be never cared — or wished —
to take.
On the other hand, “supineness and apathy”2 are not the
1
J. D. S. Pendlebury, “Tell-el-Amarna” (edit. 1935), p. 221.
2
J. Baikie, “The Amarna Age” (edit. 1926), p. 375.
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proper words by which to describe his attitude, or one would not, in his one
own surviving letter to Aziru, feel that sincere grief and righteous indignation
at the news that Ribaddi has been handed over to the Amorite princes, his
bitterest enemies — an indignation that prompts the king even to threaten his
vassal with death. Nor would Akhnaton have done all he could and had his
other most faithful supporter, Abdikhipa of Jerusalem, safely brought to Egypt
according to the latter’s expressed wish, if he just had not cared what
happened to those who defended the Empire in his name. No, the young
king’s bewildering reaction to the Syrian war cannot be so lightly explained.
There is, in fact, no logical explanation for it, outside that given by Arthur
Weigall: “...Akhnaton definitely refused to do battle believing that a resort to
arms was an offence to God. Whether fortune or misfortune, gain or loss, was
to be his lot, he would hold to his principles and would not return to the old
gods of battle.”1 Only, the ideal in the name of which he acted, (or, to be more
accurate, refrained from acting), was not the Christian-like ideal of
“brotherhood of all men” that Arthur Weigall supposes. It was a broader and
more rational — truer — ideal; a cosmic ideal, in the light of which “peace on
earth and good will towards men” were a mere implication of the established
harmony between heaven and earth on all planes; the ideal of paradise here
and now, in beauty and fullness of life; I repeat: a Golden Age ideal, faithful
not to: this earth as it is, but to this earth as it was and will be, at the
beginning of every Time-cycle, when strife is yet unconceivable.
In other words, he refused to act according to the law of violence, which
is the law of any development in Time save in a Golden Age.
And yet lie did not turn from this fallen world — renounce the
responsibility of temporal power, as Prince Gautama (the Buddha) and
Mahavira (the Founder of the Jain religion, also a Kshattriya by birth) were to
do, some eight hundred years later. But he lived in it and for it, as though it
were not fallen. He refused to become what I have described in the beginning
of this book as a “man against Time.” And yet
1
Arthur Weigall, “Life and Times of Akhnaton” (edit. 1922), p. 202.
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he did not seek, beyond the loveliness of this sunlit world — and beyond its
unavoidable violence — the eternal Principle of that refusal, but found it in the
beauty of his earthly Golden Age dream alone.
In this lies his unique position among the famous men “above Time.”
***
The great Indian Emperor Asoka, son of Bindusara, who was to appear
eleven hundred years after him, is the one towering historical figure with
whom one might compare him: a man “above Time,” like himself, endowed,
like he, with unlimited temporal power; like he, a king who held both hunting
and war in abhorrence. (The world-famous apostle of “non-violence” in our
times, late Mahatma Gandhi, is not in the same class as either Asoka or
Akhnaton. His “nonviolence” is, in reality, the subtlest form of moral violence
— a typical product of our Dark Age that distorts and corrupts all vital
instincts, and calls them by the wrong names. And he is, — or was — a most
realistic man “against Time,” who used that distorted violence as a weapon,
identifying it — falsely, though sincerely, — with the real non-violence of
those who are not of this world and who do not fight for worldly ends).
But there are differences between the Maurya potentate and the “`King
of Upper and Lower Egypt, living in Truth.” First, a fundamental difference in
the nature of their creeds; for, although Asoka might not be described as “an
ascetic,” the creed in the name of which he protected all life (and first gave up
war) was an ascetic one: a creed of renunciation of this world; a way explicitly
intended to lead men out of the endless cycle of birth, death and re-birth,
considered as a cycle of suffering. Non-violence was, to him, a consequence
of that renunciation of the curse of earthly life — nay, of any form of individual
life — while it was, to Akhnaton, an inseparable condition of life in beauty and
truth, here and now. Then, an all-important difference in the history of the two
potentates Asoka was a convert to his creed of detachment and love;
Akhnaton was the originator of his, and had practised it from the beginning.
This may be, from the standpoint of the
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“soul” of the two great men, just the same. It is not at all “the same” from the
standpoint of their creation in Time.
Chandasoka — Asoka before he became a Buddhist, — had not only
taken violence for granted, as the most natural thing, but had exerted it
himself, to the utmost extent. He had been a warrior, and a fierce one, —
and, which is more, a victorious one. Dharmasoka — Asoka after the sight
(and the experience) of the horror of war had changed his heart, — had
Chandasoka’s career behind him. And, painful as the memory of it doubtless
was to him — and ironical as the fact may be, — this gave him an immense
practical advantage: he did not need to sacrifice an inch of his empire to his
creed of non-violence: the people of Kalinga had been too ruthlessly crushed
even to dream of rebellion. And thus, in the peace and safety won by his own
sword at the time he still had been but a Kshattriya full of the lure of carnage
and conquest, the great patron of Buddhism could devote his whole energy,
and the revenues of a prosperous realm, to his new ideal of meekness and
love towards all creatures — his new dream of escape from the bondage of
Time. The consequence of his former ruthlessness — the existence of a
strengthened centralised State, with increased resources — forwarded the
unhindered development of his new creation: the Buddhist State, with its
glorious laws regulating social welfare and restricting, and finally forbidding,
the slaughter of animals, and its organised missionary activity infusing the
spirit of non-violence and the yearning of renunciation — the ascetic
contempt of this world within Time, — into human hearts, from Ceylon and
Burma to Palestine, Alexandria, and even Greece and Italy.
Asoka never ceased taking the conditions of this Dark Age into full
consideration: first, — when he was yet a man “in Time” — in order to
conquer (through violence) and then, — as he rose “above Time” — in order
to renounce this world, to reject it as his home, while still governing it in a
spirit of non-violence — with infinitely more thoroughness and more logic than
the Christians (with their dogma of personal immortality and their childish
partiality towards “man” among all creatures) ever were to show. Arid he was,
as the patron of the great other-worldly religion of peace and love, as
successful as he had been as a warrior, and more so.
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1
Sir Wallis Burge, “Tutankhamen, Amenism, Atenism and Egyptian Monotheism” (edit. 1923), p.
92.
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Heat; Heat, which is Light; — he set before his people the example of
domestic harmony, symbolising (in him, the King, and in the Queen) the
ineffable harmony within the Twofold Principle — He and She — kernel of all
things, while messengers brought him such letters as those of Ribaddi and
Abdikhipa; such ones as that of the elders of Tunip: “Tunip, thy city, weeps,
and there is no help for us...” And with the sword in hand, — needing only to
utter a word in order to send the whole Egyptian army across the border, —
he chose not to fight. He chose to remain to the end, in the midst of strife, the
witness of a long-forgotten world, the return of which seemed impossible: a
world of beauty, without strife.
The result was material — and moral — disaster: the plight of endless
streams of Egyptian and Syrian refugees, pouring across the Sinai Desert;1
the king’s own premature death (perhaps due to-slow poisoning: he had
enemies even in his near entourage); the systematic destruction of his Capital
after a few years; the relentless persecution of his already unpopular faith
(many supporters of which changed their minds anyhow, as soon as he was
no longer there to reward them with gifts of “gold and silver”); the
anathematisation of his name as “that criminal of Akhetaton” and, finally, his
fall into total oblivion for thirty-three hundred years-until his diplomatic
correspondence and then his two surviving hymns to the Sun were brought to
light in modern times. Disaster, as complete as that of any movement
crushed in the bud — and without the hopes of speedy resurrection that the
latter has, when its followers are of a better metal than those of the Egyptian
king, and when they are, also, in the Dark Age, prepared to use Dark Age
methods.2 Disaster... And yet — within the endless downward evolution of
history since the dawn of our Time-cycle, a unique stand: an extraordinary
testimony to man’s immemorial yearning for the splendour of the Golden Age
as it was: without the renunciation yet unknown
1
“They have been destroyed, and their towns laid waste, and fire has been thrown (into their
grain)...; their countries are starving; they are like goats upon the mountains.” (Words of an
Egyptian officer, who was in charge of those refugees. See Breasted, in “Cambridge Ancient
History” (edit. 1924), Vol. 11, p. 125.
2
As it is, for example, the case, with the persecuted National Socialists of to-day.
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known to it, and without the bitter struggle of the men “against Time”; a
unique stand which springs, as I stated in other writings, from an essentially
aesthetic standpoint, and which is beautiful in itself, despite the unavoidable
failure implied in it.
Beautiful; and also instructive, inasmuch as the study of the
imperfections of the Seat of Truth “like unto a glimpse of Heaven,” and that of
the nature and consequences of Akhnaton’s “pacifism,” glaringly show the
impossibility of carrying out, in our Dark Age, (or, by the way, at any moment
of Time, save in a Golden Age itself) an earthly paradise programme through
peaceful methods. Peace is not the law of action in a fallen world. One has
either to accept violence — the condition of any development in Time, — and
to fight, with the methods of the fallen world, against that world, and “against
Time,” for a Golden Age ideal, or to project that ideal “outside” this visible and
tangible earth, according to the words of Jesus of Nazareth “My Kingdom is
not of this world” (and the words of the Christian hymn: “This world is not our
home...”1) which express the attitude of all men essentially “above Time,” with
the one outstanding exception of Akhnaton, King of Egypt.
1
A French Protestant hymn: “Non, ce monde n’ est pas notre patrie...”
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CHAPTER XI
the latter was already something towards which one tended, rather than
something which one could in any way describe. And there was undoubtedly,
at the bottom of the hearts of those who “tended” the most ardently towards it,
(even in Akhnaton’s own heart, at times, at least) the secret feeling that all
efforts were useless; that it was too late to try to restore it — the saddest and
most depressing of all feelings; and the one corresponding to the sole fact of
which we are sure, with regard to the long golden Dawn of our Time-cycle.
On the other hand, if the thirty-three centuries that separate Akhnaton
from us are nothing compared with the many myriads of years that stand
between both him and us and that far-gone First Age of innocence and glory,
they still represent a long time if one takes, as one should, into account, the
acceleration of the tempo of decay within the Age of Gloom.
This earth was surely no paradise, in Akhnaton’s days. Not only did it
contain the “germs” of degeneracy, — these are inherent in life in Time as
such, and became noticeable as soon as the Golden Age had come to an
end, but it was already glaringly stamped with all the characteristics of the
Dark Age: selfishness, wanton brutality, superstition, conceit, fear and
hypocrisy. Its wars were (outwardly) about as horrible as ours, despite the
fact that fewer people were killed and fewer buildings destroyed. And the
everyday life of its men and women was about as dreary as that of the
majority of our contemporaries. And yet, in spite of all, it was, decidedly,
anything like as bad. Technical progress was not, for three thousand years
more, to turn men’s heads and hearts to the new superstition of “happiness”
through ever-increasing production. Nor were the dangerous — and false —
idea of human equality and the dangerous illusion of liberty to appear, for a
very long time. And things were still called by the right names, and facts —
hard facts; consequences of the Fall that had started the obvious process of
decay, thousands of years before, — were faced without fear or
squeamishness, as things that have to be. However outwardly barbarous,
wars were, innerly, far more honest than those of our world: they were not
called “crusades” against this or that idea which
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people had, first, been systematically taught to hate,1 or wars “against war,”
but were frankly carried out “to extend the limits” of a king’s realm, and to
exploit the vanquished after plundering them, — to acquire living space, raw
materials and cheap labour, as those of us who are not liars say to-day. But
then, everybody said it. There were acts of cruelty in war. But people were
neither ashamed of them nor indignant about them — did not call them “war
crimes” when they happened to be “the enemy’s,” and conceal them, when
they were their own doings. Kings caused, as a matter of fact, accounts of
such actions of theirs to be written down upon stone, to last forever.2 There
were, as now, enslaved people, — the spoils of war. And they worked in the
victors’ mines, or rowed the victors’ ships. But many centuries were to pass
before the victors’ priests were to bother their heads about their “souls” and
offer them promises of hypothetical happiness in the hereafter, in
compensation for their wretched lot on earth, — and many more centuries
before the victors’ men of law were to give them lectures about an
hypothetical “universal moral conscience,” the commands of which they
should have obeyed, instead of ruthlessly fighting for their kings. They had no
compensation for their lot, save the games of dice or the merry-making that
occasionally relieved the monotony of daily tail, or — when they happened to
be men of a higher type, — the pride of facing heroically a bitter, but
unavoidable destiny.... Christianity as we know it — that anti-natural religion,
based upon lies, — was not to appear for another one and a half millennium.
And Jewish thought (for non-Jewish consumption) — the main factor of world
disintegration from at least the third Century B.C. onwards, (if not from the
fourth) — was yet totally inexistent.
And the perennial Paradise-dream, although it was just as unrealisable
in practice as it is now, was purer, more sincere and more disinterested than
all the pacifist utopias of later times. Its expression was not, like theirs,
necessarily silly.
1
Like Eisenhower’s disgusting “Crusade to Europe.”
2
For instance. Amenhotep the Second’s account of his treatment of the seven Syrian Chiefs, and,
later, the countless Assyrian written accounts.
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It could be great, and beautiful. It was great and beautiful when it was the
product of the yearning, imagination and logic of such an artist as Akhnaton.
The time had not yet come when wise men of his spiritual class would either,
in despair, turn their backs to all manifestations in Time and choose the way
of renunciation, or else, fight with the weapons of violence against the
downward current of history — “against Time” — also in despair.
In other words, the latest Golden Age behind Akhnaton (and us) was by
far too remote in time for any attempt to restore it not to be a complete failure.
While, on the other hand, the world was not yet ripe — not yet corrupt
enough; not yet visibly enough lost, — for a wise man, inspired with the
dream of earthly Perfection, i.e. with the dream of harmony between earth
and Cosmos, to feel himself “cornered” and, either to call every manifestation
in Time a thing of sin and sorrow and to seek for Perfection in escape from
the conditions of fallen life, through inner discipline, or else, to stick to this
world as to his home, and to fight the increasing effects of Time in the
advanced Dark Age, and establish a State “against Time,” forerunner, amidst
this fallen mankind; of the next Golden Age, ahead of us and, a fortiori, of
him. The impossible State “above Time — the State “Seat of Truth” — was
still dreamable; dreamable for the last time perhaps in the history of this Dark
Age; dreamable, but yet, as impossible, in practice, as it had been for
millenniums, and as it is, a fortiori, to-day. Akhnaton’s unique position in
history lies in the fact that he is the last Man “above Time” who had enough
faith in the remaining goodness of men (in spite of the Fall) and enough
courage-and enough political power — to try, in all earnest, to bring it into
being.
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The last, I say, for all the well-known men “above Time” who have, after
him, proclaimed their uncompromising condemnation of violence —
considering the latter incompatible with timeless Truth, — have renounced
every temporal power for themselves, and every hope of a temporal order of
perfection in this fallen world. They have given up the fallen world as past
praying for, and rejected, before hand, as doomed
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utopias, all dreams of restoring the long destroyed harmony between Heaven
and Earth, and turned to the individual “soul” — the only thing that one still
can save, even up to the last day of the Dark Age. All the religions which they
have preached: Buddhism, Jainism, Taoism and, finally, Christianity, (real
Christianity as a purely personal faith and discipline, not as an organised
Church), are paths leading the individual soul out of the sinking ship; out of
this world, irredeemably unfaithful to its heavenly pattern: — out of the
bondage of Time. And the “non-violence” common to all of them is not that
implied in the lost Religion of the Sun-disk — not the radiant aura of an
earthly paradise, but the tangible sign that the individual soul has given up its
solidarity with this Time-ridden world, “its pomps and its vanities”; that it no
longer accepts it as its real fatherland, and no longer is, therefore, bound to
recognise the law of violence, which is its law.
Another characteristic of these religions of meekness and self-denial
originated by men “above Time” is that they take absolutely no account of
race either as a feature of the natural Order (as the Religion of the Disk did)
or as a factor of salvation (as the oldest Way of life “against Time” which I can
think of — Brahmanism, — did and still does.) And this is to be understood:
they are, as I said, paths out of this fallen world; when one no longer belongs
to this earth, the natural barriers within the realm of Life disappear no less
than the artificial ones; the Sannyasi has no longer any caste. And it is written
in the Book of books that “a sage” — i.e. a man who has freed himself from
the ties of Time, — ”looks upon a learned Brahmin, a cow, an elephant, a
dog, and even a man who eats dog’s flesh, in the same light,” or, according to
another version, “sees in them the One Reality.”1
But Brahmanism is, as I said, essentially a way back to world harmony
and perfection, taking into full account the conditions of each Age, and
particularly those of the present Dark Age; a way of life “against Time.” The
sannyasi, the man who has renounced the world completely, and risen
“above Time,” has first lived in the world the life of the world: as
1
Bhagavad-Gita, V, verse 18.
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1
The three ashrams: that of the brahmachari, of the grihastha, of the vanaprastha, which lead
normally to the fourth: that of the sannyasi.
2
Varna, one of the usual Sanskrit names for caste means “colour.” The other name for it “jat”
means race.
3
Bhagavad-Gita, VI, 41-43.
4
Bhagavad-Gita, II. 31.
5
Bhagavad-Gita, III, verses 19-25-30.
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State and duty in the natural sense of the word; faithful to this earth, in action,
although living, in spirit, already in Eternity.
Akhnaton, in his youthful confidence in man and in his own power as a
king, and the Founders of the great other-worldly religions of meekness and
renunciation, in their thorough distrust of man taken en masse and of all
mass-regulations and of all States, have both overlooked the fact that Life is
irredeemably bound to the conditions of the Age through which it is passing.
And both failed even to prepare the coming of the new Golden Age, save
through the beauty of their own lives.
Akhnaton’s ideal theocratic State — ever-peaceful Kingdom of the Sun
on earth, — was, and remains, an impossibility in our Dark Age. It was from
the beginning stamped with the sign of failure. And the “un-Egyptian”
character of the particular solar Wisdom upon which it was to be built, was,
perhaps, the pretext, but certainly not the deeper cause, of its failure. (Other
nations had accepted, or were to accept and keep, outwardly at least, for
centuries, religions that were anything but in harmony with the genius of their
people: one only has to think of the Aryan wisdom of the Vedas, held sacred
to this day by millions of Dravidians, sons of the “Dasyus” of old, the
overwhelming majority of the Hindu population; or to consider how
Christianity was successfully forced upon the Germanic people of Northern
Europe, much against their will; or how Buddhism peacefully conquered
millions of followers among the yellow races — in particular, how it managed
to become one of the leading creeds of warrior-like Japan, — or how Islam
spread, also peacefully, to the Isle of Java.). The cause of the failure of the
Religion of the Disk to survive, even in an imperfect form, is to be sought in its
own inner contradictions: in the fact that it rests, as I said before, upon a
thoroughly Indo-European conception of the Divine and yet, that its wisdom is
not a wisdom “against Time,” a warrior-like wisdom as would befit the young
race predestined to open the next Time-cycle, and to rule the world in the
coming “days of Ra,” after the collapse of this Dark Age; not a wisdom
“against Time” and also not a wisdom of despair. It is to be sought further still,
perhaps, in the deepest
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1
See the great inscription of Senusret the Third (sixteenth year of his reign) at Semneh, thirty
miles above the Second Cataract of the Nile. Also Thotmose the Third’s hymn of victory at Karnak.
2
The peaceful reign of Queen Hatshepsut.
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become, for an uncompromising peace-lover and lover the Life, gifted with
unbending logic and will-power, the only thinkable course.
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Thus, myriads of years after the latest Golden Age, the hazy vision of
which was the pattern of his impossible theocracy, and centuries before the
redeeming crash that will put an end to this present Age of Gloom, Akhnaton,
half-Egyptian, half-Aryan, — last heir, in direct line, of the Southern royal
house of Thebes, and heir of the kings of Mitanni, — stands alone, as a pillar
of light, at a great turning point in the downward stream of Tine that nothing
can hold back. He is the last man, at least the last great king and teacher,
“above Time,” faithful to this sunlit world, like the earliest “sons of Ra,” or the
“rajrishis” of most ancient India. After him, no peaceful divine rule on earth is
even dreamable. (And he came already thousands of years too late for his
solar theocracy to have been anything more than a dream). After him, at least
in the Western half of what is now known as the old continent — from Europe
to India, — the relatively peaceful non-Semitic Southern peoples were,
gradually, to play a less and less active part in world history. The fair and
vigourous Aryan race which, in its far-away (Northern home, had steadily
clung to the perennial cult of Light and Life in its purest form, was to continue
pushing southwards and eastwards, entering in contact with other cultures
and, everywhere or nearly everywhere, while leaving the stamp of its creative
genius upon conquered populations, forgetting something of the original solar
Wisdom in an attempt to understand new myths or to account for new
experiences. And the Semites were also to increase their influence — quite a
different sort of influence — through political power and, later on, through
faiths centred around a personal and transcendent God, the philosophical
opposite of Akhnaton’s “Heat-and-Light-within-the-Disk.” The overthrow of
Mitannian tutelage by Ashur-Uballit, son of Erba-Adad, king of a yet
unimportant Assyria, during Akhnaton’s reign, and the intensified infiltration of
the Habiru into Palestine, at the same time, fare early signs of this new rise of
the Semite, while, in faraway India, Aryans were devising the Caste system,
or giving
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1
H. R. Hall, “Ancient history of the Near East” (ninth edition), p. 67.
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is not of this earth is looked upon as the highest type of human being; the
type to which the faithful should aspire. Whether the saint be finally expected
to reach the state of nirvana or the more personal bliss of the Christian
“Heaven” is, from the standpoint of wisdom rooted in and faithful to this earth,
just the same. In either case, he saves himself, leaving the doomed earth to
her fate, — at the most coming back (being born again) of his own free will,
as a “Bodhisattva,” to help other souls out of the nightmare of existence in
Time, or helping them directly, from the stage of bliss he has attained, in
accordance with the Christian dogma of the “communion of saints” — the
solidarity between the “triumphant” and the “militant” churches, which is
nothing more than a natural fact expressed in religious language.
But he has no part in the one struggle, the aim of which is to prepare
the coming of the next Golden Age: the struggle “against Time,” here and
now.
On the contrary: the great other-worldly religions that exalt escape from
the conditions of this Dark Age in particular and of Time in general, —
individual “salvation” or “liberation” — merely succeed, in practice, in making
the conditions of the Dark Age all the worse. They do so for the simple reason
that they draw the best of human energy, — and, to begin with, the best of
human blood, — away from this earth. The first, and many of the latter well-
known Buddhist ascetics, and many of the Jain, were Brahmins or Kshattriyas
— Aryans, — and many of the unmarried Christian saints were of Germanic
stock.
If only the ascetic religions really could draw all men away from this
planet, their effect would not be so tragic. It would, in course of time, amount
to the extinction of mankind through the most non-violent process of all:
through lack of interest in reproduction; lack of desire to live in this world as
anything save travellers to the next or, beyond death, as anything save
“liberated” souls — not as new living men and women, inheritors of the
character and possibilities of existing human races and of their Nature-
ordained tasks, struggles and greatness. But only minorities are capable of
carrying out an uncompromising teaching, to its last logical consequences.
And therefore, no religion of however unworldly a character has, yet, as far as
I know, ever had a sufficient appeal to lead the whole community
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1
Longer hymn to the Sun.
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Time”; “above Time,” no doubt, but “against Time” also, not merely “above
Time” as Akhnaton himself and as the Founders of the non-violent, other-
worldly religions after him. There is, as I said, in the Dark Age, no place, no
possibility of existence for a State “above Time.” However much the
inspiration, the philosophy, behind the State rule be oh a nonviolent nature,
(worldly or other-worldly) the methods have to be the hard methods of the
Dark Age. The one man who avoided these methods in his Buddhist Empire
— Asoka, — was only able to do so because he had applied them, with a
vengeance, before his conversion to non-violence.
In other words, there is, in this Dark Age, place only for religions
“against Time” — apart from false religions “in Time.” The sincere, intelligent,
and absolutely consistent follower of a teaching hundred per cent “above
Time” — hundred per cent non-violent as such, — has only one course left to
him: he should disappear. He does not belong to this planet in this Age; he
should get out of it, — and never come back. Non-violence is not only
incompatible with the existence of any State, nay, of any collective life, in any
period of Time, apart from a Golden Age, (and, a fortiori, in our Age) but it is,
save in a Golden Age, incompatible with Life itself.
Of all the followers of non-violent religions, the Jains are the ones who,
apparently, have understood this the best. They are, no doubt, like others,
divided into a minority of monks and a majority of people who live, — as non-
violently as it is materially possible, — the life of this world. But their ascetics
go further than any others I know along the path of renunciation for the sake
of love towards all creatures. Not contented with respecting animal life alone,
like the lay Jains and all the vegetarians of the world, they serenely refuse all
compromise with the hard Law of Life in all times but the unthinkable Golden
Age: kill, and eat; kill, and live. And, gradually pushing aside vegetables,
fruits, and finally even water, they die of inanition in the name of the real logic
of Non-violence — of the only logic of men of our Dark Age who cling to the
bitter end to their will to defy the conditions of existence in Time.
There is one consistent alternative to this extreme position — one
position as logical and as heroic as it — and that is the one of the
philosophical equivalent of Brahmanical racialism in
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our technically advanced and yet dangerously decadent world; the one of the
modern creed “against Time” and “faithful to this earth” par excellence, or, to
be more accurate, of the modern form of the perennial Wisdom of Light and
Life: National Socialism, which short-sighted people mistake for a mere
political creed and nothing more.
And this alternative is, for those at least who are of Aryan blood and of
a warrior-like nature — for Kshattriyas, — the best of the two. For it is written
in the Book of books, addressed k by God Himself — i.e., by the Genius of
the Race, in human garb, — to a prince of Kshattriyas, that “action is superior
to, inaction.”1
1
Bhagavad-Gita, III, Verse 8
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PART IV
(Adolf Hitler)
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CHAPTER XII
It was in 1889 — during the first year of Kaiser William the Second’s
reign.
Bismark — the Iron Chancellor; the maker of the Second German Reich
— was still in power, though not for long. The hidden anti-German forces that
were soon to cause his dismissal and then, gradually, to break the impetus he
had given things, were already at work; had been at work for years. But there
were imponderable factors — moral and mystical forces — besides and, nay,
behind them: the very forces of disintegration that had been, for over two
millenniums,1 striving to lead the Aryan race to its doom. And it needed a
more-than-political genius, nay, a more-than-human personality, to stand in
the way of those.
Specially for the past hundred years, i.e., since the outbreak of the
French Revolution, Europe had been sinking, more speedily than ever, under
the influence of international Jewry and of its cunning agents: Free Masonry,
and the various so-called “spiritual” secret bodies directly or indirectly
affiliated to it. Centuries of erroneous application of Christianity — an
essentially other-worldly creed — to worldly affairs, had prepared the ground
for the triumph of the most dangerous superstitions: the belief in the “equal
rights” of “all men” to life and “happiness”; the belief in citizenship and
“culture” as distinct from and more important than race; the belief in illimited
“progress” through a presumed universal receptivity to “education” and in the
possibility of universal Peace and “happiness” as a result of “progress” — the
wonderful
1
I say “over two millenniums” meaning that the disintegrating influence of Jewry upon the Aryan
race began before the advent of Christianity. The disastrous new scale of values drawn from the
misapplied other-worldly religion, and the spreading of the creed itself, were the consequences of
Jewish influence, not its causes.
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discoveries of science being put to the service of “man”; the belief in the right
of man to work against Nature’s spirit and purpose for his own brief pleasure
or profit. One had increasingly stressed, exalted, made popular the sickly love
of “man” as distinct from and opposed to all other creatures, or, to be more
accurate, the love of a repulsive, standardised conception of “the average
man,” “neither all good nor all bad” but weak, mediocre, — as foreign as
possible to the age-old warrior-like Aryan idea of superior humanity
expressed in the conception of the “hero like unto the Gods,” to use Homer’s
words.
And colonialism was at its height, and Christian missionary activity also.
Which means that, after having given herself up to the forces of
disintegration, Europe was rapidly handing the rest of the world over to them;
preparing the very last phase of the Dark Age: the state of biological chaos
which is the preliminary condition of the rule of the worst and the systematic
annihilation of any surviving human élite of blood and character.
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1
Die Vorstadt.
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which were so desperately alike, his dreary life did not seem dreary to him,
for he had no time to think of it as such. Meticulously dutiful, he worked and
worked. And days and years went by. Time would soon come when the
honest clerk would retire, with a small pension.
Meanwhile, he lived in “the Suburb,” only a few footsteps from the
Salzburger Turm, in an old, two-storied house that had picturesque arched
landings at the top of each flight of stairs, and spacious rooms. His wife,
Clara, was pretty: blonde, with magnificent blue eyes. Aged twenty-nine only,
(she was his third wife) she was of an ardent, thoughtful and self-possessed
nature; as imaginative and intuitive as her husband was unromantically pains-
taking; as loving as he was dutiful; and capable of endless sustained
sacrifice. She respected him deeply; he was her husband. But she loved her
children — and God; God in her children. And she did not herself know how
right she was, i.e., how truly the divine spirit — the divine collective Self of
Aryan mankind, Whose manifestation appears now and then in the form of an
extraordinary human being, — lived in the youngest baby son that she was
nursing: her fourth child.
She had just given birth to him on the 20th of April, at six o’clock
eighteen in the afternoon, in that large airy room on the second floor — the
last on the right hand side, at the end of a narrow passage — in which she
was now reclining, still feeling weak, but happy. The three windows opened
on the street. Through their spotless glass-panes and white blinds warm
sunshine poured in. The baby slept. The mother rested. She did not know
that she had just been the instrument of a tremendous cosmic Will.
A few hundreds of yards away, — beyond the Salzburger Turm and the
broad Square surrounded with relatively high houses, — on flowed the
greyish-blue River Inn, tributary of the Danube. There was a bridge over it,
like to-day. The landscape — soft green hills, with woods here and there; and
neat and homely red-roofed houses, and, occasionally, the steeple of a
church, between the river bank and the rich green slopes in the distance —
as the same on both sides of the bridge. The people were the same:
Bavarians; — Germans. But this side — where the main Square with its old
fountain, the Salzburger
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Turm and “the Suburb” stood — was called “Austria”; the other side:
Germany.
The baby slept; the mother rested; was grateful for the bright sunshine
and the coming summer. She would be able to take the child out, now and
then, when she would find time. In the meantime she prayed to the Queen of
Heaven that he might live: her three first children had died, one after the
other.
***
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1
Adolf Hitler, “Mein Kampf,” p. 1.
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CHAPTER XIII
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Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiter Partei.
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influential traitors — among the thirteen million members it had at the height
of its glory. It achieved a lot, and yet it failed. It has, since 1945, ceased to
exist as a body, and even if it be, one day, destined to rise again under its old
name and everlasting Sign, will never be restored exactly as before. Cannot
be; for it belongs to Time, and in Time nothing is ever restored. Should not
be; for restoration would mean stagnation, whence incapacity to face new
circumstances and overcome new dangers.
The National Socialist Idea is not the Party. Not only was it in existence
—“in the air” — more or less in its present-day garb, before the Party (the
Proclamation of Friedrich Lange’s “Deutsches Bund,” in Heidelberg, on the
9th of May 1894 — when Adolf Hitler was five years old — has all the traits of
a National Socialist Manifesto; and so have Hans Krebs’ declarations in
1904), but it is, in its essence, as old as the oldest contact and first clash
between the Germanic race and the outer world. Fundamentally, it is nothing
else but the expression of the collective will of the race to survive and to rule;
of its readiness to combat and eradicate all that which, from without or from
within, stands in the way of its survival and expansion; of its healthy
consciousness of itself — of its strength; of its youth; — and of Godhead
within itself: a biological reality stressed in political and in social life, rather
than a “political” idea. One could say that Theodoric the Great acted in the
true National Socialist spirit when, fourteen hundred years before the famous
“Nüremberg Laws,” he did all he possibly could to prevent marriages between
his Goths and the racially less pure — less Aryan — people of conquered
Italy, let alone people of altogether non-Aryan stock. And I have many times
and in different writings pointed out that there is no difference in purpose and
in standpoint between the National Socialist attitude to life and that of the
ancient, warrior-like Aryans, worshippers of Light, who were conquering
North-West India, setting the caste-system, conceived on a racial basis,
between themselves and the conquered people, and praying the Vedic Gods
for “many sons,” prosperous flocks, and “victory over the dark-skinned
Dasyus” — for Lebensraum — several thousands of years before 1919, 1933,
or 1935.
One could go a step further and state that, in its essence,
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the National Socialist Idea exceeds not only Germany and our times, but the
Aryan race and mankind itself and any epoch; that it ultimately expresses that
mysterious and unfailing Wisdom according to which Nature lives and
creates: the impersonal Wisdom of the primaeval forest and of the ocean-
depth, and of the spheres in the dark fields of Space; and that it is Adolf
Hitler’s glory not merely to have gone back to that divine Wisdom, —
stigmatising man’s silly infatuation for “intellect,” his childish pride in
“progress” and his criminal attempt to enslave Nature, — but to have made it
the basis of a practical regeneration-policy of world-wide scope, precisely
now, in our over-crowded, over-civilised, and technically over-evolved world,
at the very end of the Dark Age.
In other words, it is impossible to understand National Socialism unless
one integrates it into the cyclic conception of history as suggested by
Tradition, i.e., unless one sees in it not a political system among many others,
— not an ephemeral “ism,” product of ephemeral circumstances, — but the
last, (or, as we shall see, the one before the last) effort of the permanent and
more-than-human Forces of Life within this Time-cycle, against the
accelerated current of degeneracy characteristic of any advanced
development in Time, or, in one sentence, unless one sees in it the effort
“against Time” at the very end of the last Age of our present Cycle.
Seen in this light, the whole well-known struggle to free Germany from
the enslavement to which the Versailles Treaty had reduced her, — the
National Socialist struggle for “freedom and bread.” (and far space); for the
German people’s right to thrive in healthy creative activity, — is the last (or,
rather, as we shall see, the one before the last) phase of the perennial
Struggle for Truth within the present Time-cycle the form which that perennial
Struggle was bound to take at our epoch, i.e., at the end of the Dark Age. And
Adolf Hitler is the most heroic of the heroes who, in the course of history,
stood in the way of the world’s fated downward rush towards its doom; the
One Who comes back, in His last desperate attempt to save that which is still
worth saving, before it is too late, — the typical Man “against Time.” He
embodies that eternal Nature-wisdom to which I have alluded in the former
paragraph — the only wisdom that deserves the name of divine, and opposed
it, — not human arguments, —to the false science,
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and false religion and false morality and, of course, also false political
conceptions of our decadent Age, and made Germany’s struggle for freedom
the occasion of a broader systematic struggle for the liberation of higher
mankind from the chains of the Dark Age. And made the Sign of the Sun —
the Sign of Health1 — the Symbol of both German and Aryan regeneration,
and Germany, the holy Land of the West — the Stronghold of regenerate
Aryandom.
Considered as the twentieth century expression of the age-old yearning
of Aryan mankind to free itself, here and at once, from the appalling
determinism of decay, National Socialism begins before Adolf Hitler’s political
career. Its un-recorded but real evolution as an incarnate Idea, — its true
history — starts with the future German Führer’s gradual awakening to the
consciousness of his own scale of values, of his fundamental aspirations and
repulsions, and of his mission: the awakening of the Man “against Time,” as
such.
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1
The Swastika, “Swasthi,” Sanskrit, meaning: “health,” “well-being.”
2
August Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfround” (Leopold Stocker Verlag, 1953.)
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His scale of values was already that one which was, in later years, to set him
apart from every political leader of our times. And the psychological (the real)
basis of his philosophy the source of his unshakable faith in it, and the key to
his whole career, — was already definite. In other words, the man he was to
be — the Man he could but be, under the given circumstances, — had
already taken shape and was, with the sureness of instinct, with a mysterious,
inner knowledge, a logic of his own that baffled all human calculations,
invincibly following the path of his tremendous destiny. And the features of
the rapidly awakening personality were unmistakably those, and the unfailing,
baffling logic, that, of a Man of the type I have, in this book, characterised as
“against Time”: of an inspired, ruthless and realistic — extraordinarily far
sighted — fighter for a Golden Age ideal, in the depth of our Dark Age.
And, were we able to trace the history of Adolf Hitler’s evolution further
into those very early years which he describes as providing (from the
standpoint of events) “little to remember,”1 it is not only probable but certain
that we would find, in him, up to the very beginning of his life, the self-same,
deeply distinctive traits of character, the self-same fundamental aspirations —
the same person. Such men as he are not, as so many people seem to think,
the “product of circumstances,” but predestined beings who use the given
circumstances to the utmost, for a purpose which far exceeds the obvious,
immediate aim of their action, or, to speak the language of ancient Wisdom,
— and one is, ultimately, compelled to speak that language, — great free
Souls,2 no longer bound by the law of birth and rebirth, who choose to be
born in the environment (within the race, the country, the social stratum) in
which, and to grow into leading men and to struggle as such under the
circumstances under which they are to act the most efficiently, in the highest
interest of Creation. They are children and adolescents “against Time” before
leaving in history the mark of their passage as Men “against Time.”
One of the most noticeable traits of people “against Time” — no less
than of those I have described as “above Time” — is that they fit nowhere in
the world as it is; that their moral
1
“Mein Kampf,” I, chapter 1, p. 2.
2
In Sanskrit “Mukta Purusha.”
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1
August Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund,” p. 37.
2
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 36.
3
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 37.
4
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 43.
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And this was not a mere wish, a more or less vague desire or day-
dream. It was a purpose that he pursued with “deadly seriousness”1 and
unfailing consistency,2 busying himself long before hand with the most minute
details of his plans in every particular case, without for all that ever losing
sight of the spirit and general lines of his creation as a whole, so much so that
that “extraordinary seriousness” and consistency — and merciless radicality3
— struck all those who knew him as the main trait of his character. He
pursued it — nay, already in those years in which he was not yet politically
active; already while he himself still believed that art would remain,
throughout life, his first and foremost concern — with that feverish impatience
which finds its expression in the words: “Now, or never”; with the haste
inherent in all earnest action “against Time.” And that impatience — that
tragic awareness that “tomorrow will be too late” — was to stamp his whole
career as a ruler and as the Founder of the last true civilisation within the
Dark Age. In it, in fact, lies the source and the explanation of Adolf Hitler’s
most drastic — and most criticized — steps in later life and the sign that
National Socialism, that most heroic of all reactions against our Dark Age,
historically still belongs to this Age, while transcending its spirit.
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The ideal in the name of which Adolf Hitler constantly rebelled against
practically all he saw in living life — already as an adolescent, and then more
and more as a young man and as a man thirty and over thirty — was nothing
less than that which I have described in this book as “a Golden Age ideal”;
the inner vision of a healthy, beautiful and also peaceful (necessarily
peaceful) world; of the real earthly paradise, faithful image of cosmic
perfection, in which righteousness prevails as a matter of course. There can
be no doubt about it if one reads not only that interesting story of his youthful
years which his friend A. Kubizek has written, but also all that he wrote and
said himself in later, active life. And in an epoch such as that in
1
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 43.
2
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 52.
3
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 203.
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which we are now living — when, all over the world, every possible attempt is
made to present him not merely as “a war monger” but as the “war criminal”
number one, — it is not superfluous to stress the fact that Adolf Hitler was,
not only at the dawn of his awakening as a “Man against Time” but all his life,
“a bitter enemy of war”1 as such; the fact that he was by nature “gifted with
deep sensitiveness, and full of sympathy for others”2; that his programme was
essentially a constructive one, his struggle, the struggle for an exalted,
positive aim, his aim: the regeneration of higher mankind (of the only section
of mankind worth saving) and, ultimately, through the survival of regenerated
higher mankind, the restoration of the long-destroyed harmony between the
cosmic Order and the sociopolitical conditions on earth, i.e., the restoration of
Golden Age conditions; the opening not merely of a “new era” for Germany,
but of a new Time-cycle for the whole world.
It is not superfluous, in times like ours, to remind the reader of all the
Führer’s efforts to avoid the Second World War, even at the price of heavy
concessions, and then, (when this had proved impossible) to stop it, while it
could yet be stopped. It is not superfluous to recall the words he addressed
his old friend Kubizek on the 23rd of July 1940, i.e. when, from a military
standpoint, all seemed to be going on splendidly; when the Swastika Flag
was fluttering over public buildings in the capitals of seven conquered States,
— “This war thrusts us years back in our constructive work. It is deplorable. I
have not indeed become the Chancellor of the Greater German Reich in
order to conduct war!”3 Not only was he against war for war’s sake (or for the
sake of worthless motives) but he was against any form of useless violence,
not to speak of “useless cruelty,” which was, under the Third Reich, according
to law and (whenever detected) also in fact, a severely punishable offence.4
The news of even such an understandable outburst of broad-scale
revengefulness as that which took place during the
1
August Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund,” p. 294.
2
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 44.
3
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 345.
4
It is a fact, for instance, that Martin Sommer was, in 1943, i.e. under the N.S. regime and by a
N.S. tribunal, sentenced to three years imprisonment for ill-treating internees in the Buchenwald
concentration Camp.
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***
1
K. Hierl, “In Dienzt für Deutschland,” p. 138.
2
Hans Grimm, “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” (edit. 1955), p. 184.
3
A. Kubizek, loc. cit., p. 292.
4
A. Kubizek, loc. cit., p. 115.
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1
Traumhaft is the word H. Grimm repeatedly uses (See quoted book).
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and beauty, i.e., of earthly godhead, which marks the springtime (all the
successive spring-times) of Creation?
Considered in its essence, it is, indeed, that, before anything else. More
so: the fact that it is that governs, as we shall see, its attitude, — determines
its position, —with regard to the various “questions” of our times, from the all-
important, worldwide Jewish problem (which is anything but “modern”) to
those affairs which, at first sight, seem to concern Germany alone. (And there
lies precisely the hidden but actual source of its unpopularity in this Dark
Age.)
Years before he came to power; nay, years before he started his
political career, — Adolf Hitler was vividly aware of that incompatibility
between this Age, this world as we see it, and the healthy, glorious world of
his dreams. And he sought the reality of the latter, when not in the historical
Golden Age of our Time-cycle — so far behind us and so different from all we
know that it is practically unthinkable, — at least in as remote a past as his
imagination could reach: in the legendary Age before the dawn of recorded
German history; the Age pictured in the old Germanic sagas. He did not study
that age, as a student of archaeology would have. He lived in it through his
own visionary’s intuition and through the magic of Richard Wagner’s music,
which he loved. And far from being the mere product of an ephemeral
youthful enthusiasm, that consciousness of the World of the Sagas was
precisely that which, more decisively than anything else, “conditioned his
historical and political views.”1 It was the consciousness of the world “to which
he felt he actually belonged.” And “all through his life, he found nothing for
which he could stand with such pious devotion as he did for that world, which
the Sagas of the German heroes had opened to him.”2
In other words, it is the healthy, strong, beautiful Germans of the heroic
Age who, in his eyes, represented real Germany; eternal Germany. Maybe
they have, historically, lived only a few millenniums before the beginning of
the present Dark Age (in what the Sanskrit authors call the Dwapara Yuga;
the third of the four great Ages) maybe, already within this present Age of
Gloom itself (I mean, in the very first part of it).
1
August Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund,” p. 99.
2
August Kubizek, Ibid., p. 99.
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That is not the point. The point is that, faithful in fact to Tradition, Adolf Hitler
believed in the existence of earthly perfection as a reality both of the future
and of a very, very remote past. The point is that, whatever might have been
the epoch in which they — or their historical prototypes — actually lived, the
men and women of the hallowed “world of the Sagas” signified, symbolised,
for him, that earthly perfection, that humanity without a flaw for which he
yearned with all the ardour of his heart and nearer and nearer to which one
reaches to the extent one follows Time further and further up-stream.
There is more. Strange as this statement may seem to the European,
nay to the German reader himself, Adolf Hitler’s “immeasurable love” for his
people is something greater than usual patriotism. It is, no doubt, rooted in
that natural feeling of blood — solidarity which binds most individuals — and
certainly all Germans, — to their countrymen. But it is, at the same time, the
immediate outcome of a staggering intuitive knowledge; the expression of
actual insight into the nature, meaning and destiny of Germany as the
privileged Nation among all those of the same blood: the most gifted; the
most conscious; the most fit to rule; in one word, the most objectively
valuable section of Aryan mankind. It is, in spite of what many may think, nay,
in spite of the judgement passed upon it by such a prominent figure of the
National Socialist regime as Konstantin Hierl,1 anything but the German
counterpart of the British chauvinist’s attitude rendered in the well-known
motto: “Right or wrong, my country!”
True, Adolf Hitler himself has written in “Mein Kampf” that, had he “been
French,” and had France’s greatness meant to him all that Germany’s in fact
did, he “could not and would not have acted any differently from
Clemenceau.”2 But, if one is to consider him, and to try to interpret his
historical career in the light of Ancient Wisdom, (and subsequently, in
connection with the destiny of the whole world) one is forced to say: he could
not have been French — nor English; nor even Scandinavian. He could not
have been anything else
1
Konstantin Hierl, “In Dienst für Deutschland” (edit. 1954).
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), II, p. 766.
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but German, nay, anything else but a frontier German, doubly aware of the
tragic injustice of man-made frontiers and of the natural unity of the Reich
beyond and in spite of them-and of the natural unity of the Aryan race beyond
and in spite of the boundaries of the Reich. More still: one is bound to admit
that, far from exalting Germany merely because he was a German, it is, on
the contrary, he who chose to be born a German because of the predestined
— God-ordained — part that Germany has played and is more and more
called to play on the side of the eternal Forces of Light and Life in their
struggle against the Forces of disintegration, now, as the end of this Dark Age
is drawing nigh; because, objectively speaking, the earthly salvation of the
Aryan race — the regeneration of higher mankind — can only come from and
through Germany: the one Aryan Nation in which the race is still sufficiently
pure to be, under given circumstances, capable of total regeneration, while, at
the same time it has, through the unbroken experience of danger, remained
sufficiently awake to be fully awakened, and sufficiently warrior-like to carry
on, to its end, the struggle against Dark Age conditions: the perennial
Struggle “against Time,” for integral Truth.
In other words, both the quality of her biological substance and the
particular stamp which history has left upon her, have made Germany the one
Nation capable of taking the lead of Western Aryandom (when not also of
Aryandom as a whole) in the last life and death struggle — the struggle for
the survival and rule of the best, who are the predestined founders of the next
Golden Age; the last phase of the perennial Struggle “against Time,” marking
the end of the present Age of Gloom. And the inspired Man “against Time”
who was, at the beginning of that phase, to act on behalf of the Forces of
Light and Life, was bound to be a German, nay, the very embodiment of
eternal Germany. And Adolf Hitler was that Man. And he knew it in the depth
of his heart. He was perfectly conscious of the fact that his policy, both at
home and abroad, was the only real German policy, and therefore the only
conceivable one in the interest of Aryan mankind as a whole and —
consequently — of the whole realm of Lift the only conceivable one “in the
interest of the Universe,” to quote the words of the Book of books. For alone
regenerate
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Aryan man can and will save what is, in spite of all, worth saving in this
doomed world, and build a new earth — open a new Time-cycle — on the
basis of principles eternally true. Adolf Hitler has repeatedly said so in his
speeches. And repeatedly expressed in “Mein Kampf” the same fact, namely
that he was acting “in the spirit of the almighty Creator” and struggling “for the
Lord’s own work”1 i.e. for Truth upon this earth: earthly Perfection; and that
his “new ideas” are “in harmony with the primeaval meaning of things.”2
What August Kubizek relates of his life in Linz and Vienna from 1904 to
1908, shows how early the future ruler had acquired a clear conception of his
ultimate aim — the “ideal State” — and become aware of the spirit of the
whole programme he was, one day, to set forth and to work out, with the help
of enthusiastic millions of people; how early he knew what his policy would be
(what, in fact, any policy in accordance with truth, i.e. with Nature, can only
be): — at the same time national and socialistic; nay, socialistic because it
was to be — is too be — national in the full sense of the word, first in the
sense of racial; and national in that sense because that Godhead within us
which is real Godhead, is nothing else but the latent glory of our race in its
original perfection.
To urge the German and, beyond the pale of the Reich, the Aryan in
general — the youngest race of our Time — cycle, destined to the lordship of
the divine Beginning of the next cycle — to yearn for and to strive with all his
enlightened might towards that perfection on all planes, and to bring it, here
and now, collectively as well as individually, into being (to the extent this is
exceptionally possible, already during the Dark Age); to urge him to be, now,
against the prevailing spirit of general contamination and general decay —
against the current of Time, — the witness and the herald of the coming
Dawn, and that, on a national, or rather on a racial scale, such is and remains
the actual goal of National Socialism, the Hitler faith, however astounding this
may yet appear to most people, to-day, in Year twenty-two3 after “the first
Seizure of power.4 Important
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 76.
2
“Main Kampf” (edit, 1939), p. 440.
3
These words were written in 1955.
4
Machtübernahme, — which took place on the 30th Jan. 1933.
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as they may have been after 1918 — or as they may be now after 1945, —
the immediate political aims which could not and cannot be separated from
the persecuted Weltanschauung are mere steps towards that one great
positive, permanent goal.
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1
A. Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund,” p. 76 and following.
2
August Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund,” p. 61.
3
“Mein Kampf,” I, p. 23; p. 32 and following.
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political Movement for the assertion of Germany’s rights, in reality, also as the
moral and metaphysical basis of a new civilisation: first, the aloofness in
which he lived, amidst the surrounding misery and degradation; and then, the
thoroughness and detachment with which he studied the latter, traced its
deep causes under the immediate, superficial ones, and became, through
that clear knowledge, more and more aware of his own predestined role in
this Age of Gloom. “One cannot ‘study’ the social question from above,”
writes he, in “Mein Kampf.”1 One has, one’s self, to experience the same
perpetual insecurity of life, to be acquainted with the same pangs of hunger,
to dwell in the same over-crowded, dirty, noisy surroundings as the
disinherited classes, in one word, to live the wretchedness that gnaws into
them and degrades them, in order to know what social misery means. The
future German Führer has lived it, and suffered from it, personally, day after
day, for months, for years, without it ever degrading or even changing him.
He preferred to “exist” on hunger rations, rather than sacrifice his
independence or sell more than it was absolutely necessary of the precious
time he needed to study both books and men and to think. And when he had
earned a little money, he preferred to buy himself a seat in the theatre — two
or three hours’ holiday in the beautiful world of the old Sagas, to the
accompaniment of Wagner’s solemn music, away, far away from the daily
dreary wretchedness that seemed to be his lot for ever, — rather than treat
himself to a substantial meal.2 He refused publicity — and money — rather
than to allow a story which he had written to he printed by a Jew.3 Nobody
can understand him save a true artist who is, at the same time, a true
revolutionary: a person of one dream and one aim, like himself. But how well
every such a one — every creator and fighter of his type, when surely not of
his magnitude, i.e. every person “against Time” — does understand him!
There is more. Not only did he live in uncompromising faithfulness to his
ideals, inaccessible to the lure of material
1
“Mein Kampf,” I, p. 26.
2
A. Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund,” p. 37.
3
A. Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund,” p. 298-299.
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1
In Sanskrit: sattwik.
2
See the “Goebbels Diaries,” entry of the 26th April, 1942.
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be used, like man’s whole physical and moral energy, “in the spirit of the
Creator,” i.e., in view of the attainment of perfection on earth. The entire
National Socialist teaching concerning sex and sexual relations, with its well-
known stress upon absolute health and racial purity, as laid down in “Mein
Kampf,”1 has its origin and its basis in that truly religious (although anything
but “other-worldly”) attitude; in that standpoint of the “Man against Time”
seeking, in defiance of the corruption of the Dark Age, to re-establish, here
and now, the biological — i.e. fundamental — conditions of the earthly
paradise; preparing the privileged, natural élite of mankind for the part it has
to play in the formation of the god-like Race of the new earth, that will thrive in
peace after this Dark Age has come to an end.
And all Adolf Hitler’s positive measures in view of the physical and
moral protection of his predestined people, natural leaders of Aryan man,
after he came to power: his admirable laws for the welfare of mother and
child; for the creation of ideal living conditions for workmen’s families; for the
education of a healthy, self-confident and self-reliant, proud and beautiful
youth; and his famous “Nüremberg Laws,” forwarding the growth in Germany
of a pure-blooded Germanic race (forbidding sexual relations with Jews and,
in fact, with non-Aryans of any description), have no other origin and no other
meaning. Their aim — nay, the practical aim of National Socialism as such —
was and remains not merely to improve the material lot of the German
labourers (however important a part this immediate aim doubtless played in
the success of the Hitler Movement in Germany, after the first World War);
not merely to make the new State, comprising all people of Germanic blood
— that “holy Reich of all Germans”2 of which Adolf Hitler already spoke in his
adolescent’s conversations with August Kubizek — a strong and prosperous
State, but to regenerate the German people — the most conscious among
the Aryans of the West — radically, and to organise them, in all walks of life,
so as to create out of them the only dam capable of withstanding and
thrusting back the threatening tide of
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 444-446.
2
A. Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund”, p. 109.
3
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 439.
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***
Adolf Hitler’s second and even more shattering experience of the horror
of the present Age began on the 10th of November 1918, as he stood, half-
blind from the effects of poisonous
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), I, chap. XI, p. 316.
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1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 179.
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 178.
3
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 222.
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slowly advancing gas had taken me in its grip, and begun to gnaw into my
eyes, and when the fear of becoming blind for ever had made me feel, for a
second, as though I would weaken, the voice of conscience had thundered to
me: ‘Miserable wretch! You feel like weeping, while thousands are faring
worse than yourself!’ And I had put up with my lot in silence. But now I could
not help weeping. Now I experienced how completely every personal
suffering fades away before the misfortune of one’s Fatherland.
So, it had all been in vain! In vain all our sacrifices, and all the
hardships we had endured; in vain, hunger and thirst, for months without end;
in vain, the hours in which, facing the terror of death, we had yet done our
duty; and in vain, the death of two million men! Would not the graves of the
hundreds of thousands who had gone forth full of faith in the Fatherland,
never to return, break open and release the dumb heroes covered with mud
and blood, — release them as revengeful spirits among the people at home,
who had treated so disdainfully the highest sacrifice which a man can offer
his country? Had they died for that, the soldiers of August and September
1914? Had the regiments of volunteers, in the autumn of the same year,
followed for that the elder comrades? Had those boys of seventeen sunk for
that into Flanders’ earth? Was that the object of the sacrifice that German
mothers had brought the Fatherland when, with a grieving heart, they had
sent the boys to their duty, never to see them, again? Had all that happened
in order to enable, now, a handful of criminals to set their grip upon the
Fatherland?!! ... The more I tried, then, to think clearly about the monstrous
event, the more my forehead burnt with indignation and shame. What was all
the pain I felt in my eyes, compared with this wretchedness?
What followed, were appalling days and still worse nights. I knew that
all was lost. Only fools — fools or ... liars and criminals — could put their
hope in the enemy’s mercy. During those nights, hatred grew in me, hatred
against the originators of that deed.
In those days, I also became aware of my destiny. Now, I could only
laugh at the thought of my own future, that had caused me such bitter worry
only a short time before. Was it
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not ridiculous to build houses upon such foundations as this? At last it was
clear to me that the very thing which I so often already had feared, without
ever being able, in my heart, to believe it, had now happened.
Emperor William the Second had been the first German emperor to hold
out his hand to the leaders of Marxism, in a gesture of reconciliation, without
knowing that rascals have no honour. While they still held the Emperor’s hand
in one of theirs, their other one was already seeking for the dagger.
With Jews, no pactising policy is possible, but only that of the hard
“either — or.”
“I decided to become a politician.”1
This heart-rending autobiographical account could — historically — be
described as: the passage of National Socialism from the stage of an
expectant or latent incarnate Idea, to that of an active one.
Surely the incarnate Idea is, when not as old as Adolf Hitler himself, at
least as old as his earliest awakening to socio-political, nay, to philosophical
consciousness in general. And that took place very early: already in Linz,
when not before. Yet, then, and in Vienna, although his interest in social and
political problems grew and grew with the daily experience of injustice and
misery, and still in Münick, after 1912, the future ruler continued to think of
himself primarily as of a future architect. There may have been moments, of
course, in which he thought, or at least felt, differently. There were such
moments — one such moment at least, and a great one, — already in his life
in Linz, if we are to believe Kubizek’s account of it.2 But the artist’s immediate
goal soon reappeared. Horrible as — in Vienna, at any rate — many of them
doubtless were, the experiences of daily life were not sufficiently appalling to
push it out of sight altogether. Nay, during the war, when more and more
aware of the necessity of opposing to the forces of international Socialism a
national organisation which would be free from the weaknesses of the
Parliamentary System, Hitler had begun to think seriously of becoming
politically active, he had merely visualised himself speaking in public
1
“Mein Kampf,” p. 223, 224-225.
2
August Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund,” p. 140 and following.
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“while carrying on his profession.”1 Now, his profession, nay, his art, — for he
still was, and could but remain, fundamentally, an artist, — was out of
question. Every activity which was not to contribute directly and immediately
to free Germany from the consequences and specially from the causes of
defeat, was, out of question; and that, not merely because Adolf Hitler loved
Germany above all things, but because that more-than-human intuition that
classes him among the few great seers of mankind, told him that Germany’s
real, deeper interest was — is, absolutely, — the real interest of Creation; —
the “interest of the Universe,” again to quote the immortal words of the
Bhagavad-Gita. (And it is not an accident, — not a mere coincidence, — that
I, a non-German Aryan intimately connected with England, Greece and India,
should stress this fact. It is a sign; a symbol; the first expression of the
homage of worldwide Aryandom to the latest Man “against Time” and to the
truly chosen Nation).
Out of the abyss of powerless despair — from that bed of, suffering
upon which the nameless corporal Adolf Hitler lay weeping over Germany’s
fate while his blinded eyes burned in their sockets, like red-hot embers; out of
his appalling certitude that “all was lost,” that “all had been in vain” — rose the
defiant Will to freedom and Will to power of an invincible people and, beyond
that, and greater than that, the perennial cosmic Will to Perfection in all its
majesty; the will of the German soldier who had fought in Flanders and —
identical to it; expressing itself through it, — the impesonal and irresistible Will
of the eternal Warrior and Seer above Time and “against Time”; the Will of
Him Who comes back age after age, “when all is lost,” “when evil rules
supreme,” to re-establish on earth the reign of Righteousness.
From then onwards, the age-old Struggle for Truth — the Struggle
“against Time” — was, in the West, to enter a new phase. It was to identify
itself with the political struggle to free Germany from the bondage imposed
upon her by the victors of 1918, no less than with the more-than-political one
against the causes of physical and moral decay that were — and still are —
threatening the existence of the natural aristocracy
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 192.
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of the Aryan race. And the National Socialist German Labourers’ Party — the
famous N.S.D.A.P., which Adolf Hitler soon evolved out of the tiny group of
idealists (seven, including himself) originally called “Deutsche Arbeiter Partei,”
which he joined in 1919 — was to be the one agent of the everlasting Force
of Light and Life amidst the growing darkness of the Dark Age. I say: the one;
for, contrarily to all other so-called movements of regeneration, religious and
secular, this political and yet infinitely more than political Movement, attacked
the very root of historical decay as such: biological decay, consequence of sin
against the primary natural Commandant of blood purity; in other words (from
the standpoint of original Perfection), sickness; tangible, physical untruth and
that moral untruth (that false conception of “man”) which stands to the back of
it.
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1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 240 and following.
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the test of time and that of persecution, let alone the terrible impact of the
storm in which a Time-cycle comes to its end.
The very early growth of National Socialism as an active, incarnate
Idea, was like the growth of a corn-seed within the snow-bound earth; it was
like the slow rise of molten rock within the depth of a slumbering volcano:
unnoticed and irresistible. It was the outcome of a natural Force, in fact, of the
oldest and mightiest of all natural Forces: of Life’s inherent instinct of self-
preservation in presence of the Powers of death — the Force that links every
Time-cycle to the following one, over almost total destruction. Started in 1919,
officially founded in early 1920, it owes that divine Force its impulse which
nothing, — not even the disaster of 1945 — was able to break.
Throughout the wide world, governments representing sheer finance
interests looked with satisfaction upon their latest handiwork: the Versailles
peace-treaty, up till then the most infamous official document in history,
intended to enslave Germany for all times. And the sheep followed their
shepherds. And the parrots repeated the nonsense — and lies — which they
had been taught: “This Treaty seals the victory of those who fought this war in
order to put an end to all wars!” — while frenzied crowds demonstrated in the
streets of the French towns howling “Germany must pay!”. Never had there
been so many speeches, so many sermons, so many articles and books —
such a “hullabaloo” — about “peace.” And never had victors yet behaved with
such calculated barbarity.
In the unconspicuous little room at the back of a café in Münick,
however, Adolf Hitler — the Man “against Time,” — spoke to the tiny group of
German workmen; to the rough men of pure blood and solid virtues, sons of
the people among which he — He, the One Who comes back, — had chosen
(this time) to be born. And his words were — and his whole life was — the
answer to the lies of this advanced Dark Age. They cannot have been much
different from those one reads in “Mein Kampf” although these were written
five years later. He said “For me, as for every true National Socialist, there is
only one doctrine: people and fatherland.
We have to fight to, secure the existence and expansion of our race and
of our people; to enable them to nourish their children and to preserve the
purity of their blood; to secure
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the freedom of our Fatherland, so that our people may be in the position too
fulfill the mission appointed to them by the Creator of the Universe.”1
He said: “Whoever speaks of a mission of the German people on this
earth must know that such a mission can only lie in the formation of a State
which holds it to be its highest task to preserve and to promote the noblest of
all elements which have, in our people, nay, in the whole of mankind,
remained unspoilt.”2
He said: “The German Reich should, as a State, comprise all Germans,
and set itself the task not merely to gather and preserve the most valuable
original racial elements in that people, but to raise them slowly and surely to a
ruling position.”3
He said: “Men do not go to ruin through lost wars, but through the loss
of that power of resistance that lies in pure blood alone.”4
He was aware of the downfall of the whole of mankind — including
Germany — in the present Age. “Unfortunately,” said he, “our German people
are no longer racially homogeneous.”5 And aware of the primary cause of
downfall: racial mixture, the result of forgetfulness of Nature’s truth. And
aware of that truth, expressed in the oldest Book of Aryan Wisdom, the
Bhagavad-Gita: “Out of the corruption of women proceeds the confusion of
races; out of the confusion of races, the loss of memory; out of the loss of
memory, the loss of understanding; and out of this, all evil.”6 He was aware of
it, not because he had read the Book, (it is doubtful whether he had, at least
as early as 1919) but because the impersonal Wisdom of the most ancient
Aryans lived in him; because he was He Who has spoken in the Book — the
One Who comes back. And he knew that the Wisdom which he preached as
the key to earthly salvation “corresponds entirely to the original meaning of
things”; 7 and that the way he preached — return to that
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 234.
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 439.
3
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 439.
4
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 324.
5
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 436-437.
6
The Bhagavad-Gita, I, verse 41 and following.
7
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 440.
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they actually were to fulfill that staggering destiny). They gathered, more and
more numerous, round the Man whose inspired speech quickened in them
the highest possibilities of joyous heroism — and made them see old
forgotten truths in a glaring new light; whose magic radiance filled them with
self-assurance: whose love for them was limitless and gratuitous, like the love
of a God. They beheld in him the Leader, the Avenger, the Saviour — the
living embodiment of their unvanquished collective Self, which indeed he was.
And they followed him blindly. Their love carried him to power; their love, and
their hatred for those whom he rightly pointed out to them as the promoters of
the humiliation of 1918 and of all the subsequent misery: the Jews, and the
servants of Jewry, agents of the Dark Forces by nature or by choice,
Germany’s — and the world’s — real enemies.
***
Their real enemies and their only enemies. Adolf Hitler has pointed out
no others. (And that is precisely the reason why the whole world — this
doomed Dark Age world, stricken with madness, which exalts its foes and
kills its friends, — has risen against him like one man). The fact is too
important not to deserve a thorough explanation.
Nothing is more unfair to National Socialism than the all-too-easy
description of its inherent “Anti-Semitism” as “a means intended to turn the
German people’s attention away from their actual exploiters” (meaning: the
German capitalists), or, as a modern expression of the age-old “envy” of the
Goyyim — of any Goyyim — at the sight of the Jews’ undeniable success in
business. The first assumption, brought forth ad nauseam by the Communists
and their sympathisers, — reveals either a complete absence of good faith or
a complete misunderstanding of the Jewish question as such and therefore of
all serious, vital “Anti-Semitism.” The latter may well be applied to Armenian
“Anti-Semitism” (or to that of any commercially clever Levantines, whose
trickery the Jews alone are able to outdo). It has nothing whatsoever in
common with the profound, biological and therefore irreducible hostility which
opposes National Socialists and Jews.
No doubt, that hostility first burst out in a popular uproar in answer to all
the tangible harm wrought by Jews against
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the German people during a few decades (and many a German whose family
Jews had reduced to misery at the time of the inflation, after the first World
War, welcomed the boisterous Anti-Semitism of the young Movement for
personal no less than for national reasons); no doubt, the first thing that made
Adolf Hitler himself a definitive enemy of the Jews was his knowledge of the
anti-German part played by the latter, both politically and socially, in Austria
and in Germany, already before 1914, in particular, his knowledge of the
Jewish spirit and Jewish leadership of Marxism, and his awareness of the
presence of Jews in the press, in the theatre, etc., behind all propaganda
directly or indirectly aiming at the destruction of every healthy national instinct
among people of German blood. In other words, National Socialist Anti-
Semitism is — first — racial self-defence of the Aryan; a vigorous reaction
against the mischief the Jews did (and are, by the way, since 1945, again
doing) in an Aryan land.
But there is more — and much more — to be said. What the Jews did
and do (and cannot but do) is a consequence of what they are — and of what
they remain even when they turn their backs to Jewish tradition (or pretend to
do so) and become Christians, Theosophists, Buddhists or just “rationalists,”
or Communists. And they are, fundamentally, irreducibly — already in the
invisible Realm of which this world of shapes and colours and sounds is but a
projection, — the polar opposite of the natural Aryan élite; the dark
counterpart of the youngest Children of the Sun. As racially conscious as
they, if not — alas! — often more so; as tightly bound as they to one another
through the most compelling solidarity; through total solidarity (in practical —
financial and political — no less than religious or so-called religious affairs)
such as one can, in history, if at all, seldom come across; nay, as devoted as
they to a merciless collective purpose. Only theirs is not the legitimate
consciousness of true superiority and the blood-solidarity of Nature’s best
ones; nay, it is not the healthy racial pride and patriotism of a real people in
their place within the scheme of Life. Nor is their collective purpose by any
means, like that of Adolf Hitler’s followers, “in harmony with the original
meaning of things.” On the contrary! For the Jews are, in the first place, not a
race in the true sense of the ward, — let alone “God’s chosen one.” They are
neither an homogeneous
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1
Those so-called “black Jews” are just low caste Indians whose fore-fathers have once accepted
the Jewish faith. To this day, they marry among themselves only.
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the very end of the present Dark Age. That is the hidden but real reason why
it is absolute — and why its tangible expressions have been, and will, at the
first opportunity, again be, so deadly.
Adolf Hitler knew it. The wisest among his true disciples knew it, and
know it. The all-powerful leaders of world Jewry knew it, and know it.
***
1
See the Twenty-Five Points. “Das Programm der N.S.D.A.P.” by Goltfried Feder (edit. 1939), p.
35.
2
“Mein Kampf,” p. 420 and following.
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words, it lies in the fact that Marxism is man-centred — not life-centred — and
equalitarian; in contradiction with the spirit of Nature, not in harmony with it;
false, from the standpoint of cosmic wisdom, like historical Christianity (the
source of those moral and spiritual values, in the name of which the
capitalistic Democracies are, or rather pretend to be Anti- communistic) and
like all Jewish teachings for Aryan use, but not more so. It lies in the fact that,
among all such teachings ancient and modern, Marxism is in addition to that,
by far the most popular and the most militant. As I said: for the time being, at
least, the most successful.
Adolf Hitler has rightly stressed that the definitive victory of such an
Ideology would mean the end of life upon this planet — which is precisely the
aim of the more-than-human Forces of disintegration that stand behind world
Jewry. The tragedy, however, is that it would not mean such a rapid and
dignified end as one might imagine. It would mean, first, a general and
irredeemable bastardisation of the whole human species and an unbelievable
increase of the number of human beings — “producers” — at the expense of
the rest of life — increase, till the last beautiful wild animals are killed off and
the last patch of forest cut down, to make place for more worthless two-
legged mammals; — and then, when all the possibilities of nourishment which
the earth can provide even with the assistance of perfected agricultural
technique, are exhausted, war for food;1 bitter, savage war to the finish (also
with the assistance of perfected technique) until the doomed species has
blown itself to pieces. It would mean, in other words, “the reign of quantity” in
all its horror, and then, — in the absence of any biological élite capable of
starting a new Time-cycle — a full stop; on this planet at least, the final victory
of that death-tendency which is, from the beginning, inherent in every
manifestation within Time. And it is that which Adolf Hitler, — the Man
“against Time” — has striven to avoid, through his struggle against
Communism, i.e., against applied Marxism.
The non-Communist world — nay, the Anti-Communist world, — has
understood neither the nature of the growing menace nor the real meaning of
the National Socialist Struggle.
1
Hans Grimm has very accurately pointed this out in his beautiful book “Warum? Woher? aber
Wohin?” (1954).
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Moreover, most of those who, in and outside Germany, before or during the
Second World War, have answered Adolf Hitler’s call to arms against the
Communist danger, and most of those who, to-day, realise how right he was,
seem to have seen and to see in his struggle hardly anything more than the
“defence of the West.” But it is not “the West” alone that was, and is,
threatened in its biological substance, and consequently in its further
evolution, by the latest man-centred, equalitarian Weltanschauung of Jewish
origin incorporated into the latest powerful world-organisation — one could
say: the latest Church — under Jewish leadership. It is the entire Aryan race:
the man who, in Cape Town, Sidney or Ottawa, has, up till now, kept his
Germanic blood pure, no less than the “European” of Germanic blood; no less
than those Aryan minorities of Asia that the racially conscious European is
too often tempted to forget or to underestimate: the Persian, to the extent he
has, specially throughout the last one thousand five hundred years of the
most stormy history, withstood the curse of blood-mixture; the Indian Brahmin
and Kshattriya, whom the Caste System has, up till now, kept aloof and
protected; in particular the Brahmin of Kashmir, outwardly at least, one of the
finest types of Aryan humanity. It is, nay, all pure or relatively pure races of
the world that are menaced, including the non-Aryan; including the Semitic
nucleus of the Jewish people themselves — and no one knows that better
than those racially-conscious Jews, once holders of highly responsible
positions within the Communist Party, who have been, during the last few
years, charged with “Zionism” i.e., Jewish nationalism, before Communist
Courts and sentenced to long terms of hard labour, when not to death.1 (Adolf
Hitler has written: “After the death of his victim, the vampire himself dies,
sooner or later.”2 The poison of man-centred, equalitarian internationalism,
intended to bring about the ruin of all races — specially of the Aryan — for the
benefit of the Jew, is ultimately bound to work also against its originators. For
the Death-forces are not selective. They spare nobody; — not even their
agents.) The fact is that, at the root of that disregard for personality and
specially for race, which characterises Marxism, lies the
1
See the charges against the eleven Jews in the Prague Trial (1952) and against Anna Pauker,
former Commissar in Rumania.
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 358.
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conceited belief in “man” as the measure of all things; in “man” as “the master
of Nature” (not merely a part of it; a living species among others); and the
illusion that anything endowed with a more or less human shape is of
unquestionable value and must be allowed to live, nay, kept alive at any
price; the sickly superstition of “man” — that “Jewish lie” which Adolf Hitler so
brilliantly exposed in the eleventh Chapter of “Mein Kampf” — as opposed to
the true, aristocratic Religion of Life.
But the lie is, as I have said, no monopoly of the Marxists; no
consequence of Karl Marx’s particular conception of man as the product of
his economic environment. It is the common basis of all man-centred,
equalitarian philosophies old and new, Jewish and non-Jewish,1 and specially
of the Jewish philosophies of international scope, which all draw an arbitrary
line between “men” and the rest of living creatures, thus denying, the oneness
of the realm of Life and the universality of its iron laws. It is, in particular, the
moral basis of historical Christianity.
It matters little what hypothesis or what dogmas be set forth, in order to
make it sound like truth. The important fact remains that the Jewish lie, —
snare of the Dark Age — is accepted as truth by the Anti-Communist forces
of the West outside the National Socialist Movement, primarily, by the
Christian Churches (the “bourgeois” political parties just do not count). The
fact remains that these forces share with the Marxists themselves, be it under
a different form, the superstition of “man,” origin of the attitude that leads to
decay. And that is why none of them was, or is, Anti-communist in the true
sense of the word. Not only did they and do they not fight Marxism on
account of the real danger it represents, but every one of them would,
ultimately, represent the self-same danger as it, were they to day as militant
and full of faith as they once were. They are, at the most, the rivals of
conquering Marxism — or would like to be. While in non-Christian countries,
the Christian missionaries are precisely the people who, through the alarming
increase of a half-educated, bastardised population, seething with discontent
(the immediate result of their equalitarian preaching coupled with medical aid)
prepare
1
“Man” is greater than everything; there is nothing above him” is a saying attributed to one of the
famous Bengali “Vaishnavas” of the XIVth century.
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the way for Communism with miraculous efficiency — extending to the whole
world (be it in the manner they are the last ones to desire) the mischief which
the Dark Forces have once wrought in the Near East and in Europe, through
Christianity itself.
In other words, the National Socialist struggle against Marxism is
merely the most obvious aspect of the general — infinitely more than political
— deadly struggle of the bold new faith in Light and Life against every form of
untruth — every doctrine setting up “man” against Nature, every cult of
imperfection, in this last part of the Dark Age. It is not to be separated from
the struggle against the Christian Churches, against Free Masonry, and all
such international and antinational so-called “spiritual” bodies as unduly
distort and exploit teachings originally “above Time,” in order to forward the
aims of the Death-forces.
Only the latter struggle had to be more subtle, for practical reasons
easy to understand.
***
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 371.
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 507.
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“That which gave Marxism its success was the perfect collaboration of
political will and militant brutality. That which prevented national Germany
from moulding German evolution was the absence of a decisive collaboration
of brutal force and of the political will of a man of genius,”1
“The conviction that one has the right to use even the most brutal
weapons always goes hand in hand with fanatical faith in the necessity of the
victory of a revolutionary new order upon this earth.
A movement that is not fighting for such high aims and ideals, will
therefore never resort to the most extreme means (or weapons).”2
These and other such sentences (there are many more in what one
could call the Book of the new Aryan faith) define with amazing exactitude the
National Socialist Movement as an upheaval “against Time,” and point out the
fundamental difference between Adolf Hitler and all such great historical
figures as I have, in these pages, described as men “above Time” and men
“in Time” — “Sun” men, and “Lightning” men. They glaringly show how foolish
it is to compare the Founder of National Socialism with Napoleon — as so
many have done, — or to accept the well meant but no less erroneous —
though by far less popular — description which a few of his English followers
have boldly given of him as a “political Christ.”3
Napoleon is but the pocket edition of Genghis Khan. Yet, — considered
from the cosmic standpoint — he is a man of the same sort as he: a war-lord
and an organiser who put his genius to the service of his family and of
nothing more, not, by any means, because he saw, or thought he could see,
in it, the vehicle of some great impersonal Idea, but simply because it was
his. In other words: a man altogether “in Time.” Men “in Time” either have no
ideology at all and do not pretend to have any, or they pretend to serve a faith
“above Time” or “against Time” and exploit the latter for their own ends (like
all the false Christians who fought for themselves in God’s name, and all the
false National Socialists for whom the struggle under the Swastika Flag was
only a means to work
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 596.
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 597.
3
The expression was used by Molly Stamford, an English woman detained during the war under
the 18 B act.
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themselves into power) or else, — like the sincere Marxists — they have an
Ideology which is, itself, an Ideology “in Time”; an Ideology which is in
contradiction with the divine final y of Creation, and therefore expresses the
will of the Death-forces.
Christ (be he a man and a myth, or only a myth, it makes no difference)
is, like the Buddha, a figure typically “above Time.” His one resort to violence
(against the merchants in the temple) is either a personal inconsistency of the
historical Jesus or — more likely — a concession of the Gospel writer to
popular hatred of the money-maker and money-lender. Original Christianity
— in striking opposition to historical Christianity — finds its expression in
Christ’s words to Pilate: “My Kingdom is not of this earth.” It is, like all
mystical doctrines of escape, meant for those who turn their backs to “the
world,” i.e., to all actual and possible manifestation within Time, and seek
pure Timelessness, and who, therefore, automatically forsake violence, which
is inseparable from Time. (Even Akhnaton, — one of the very few men
“above Time” who are not men of escape, and, to my knowledge, the only
one who undertook the unbelievable task of establishing — or trying to
establish — a State “above Time,” — did away with violence, as we have
seen, to the extent he could).
Adolf Hitler is a typical Man “against Time” — like Rama, like Lord
Krishna, the most widely remembered Aryan heroes who fought and ruled in
India already before, or at the dawn of, this Dark Age, and, nearer to us, like
the very noblest Figure of the Arab world, the Prophet Mohamed. As I said in
the beginning of this book, all real great men “against Time” are, ultimately,
also “above Time,” inasmuch as any ideal of integral Perfection is necessarily
timeless. In other words, that towards which the great men “against Time”
strive — Adolf Hitler like the others, — is “God”; Perfection beyond Time as
the Archetype and Principle of that perfect, tangible life-order which they seek
to bring — to bring back; or rather to hasten back; —into the world. But they
thoroughly know that no changes upon this earth, and specially no changes in
the direction of primaeval Perfection in and, which is more, at the end of this
Dark Age, can be brought about without violence. They know — infallibly —
that, more the Forces of disintegration and death are successful, i.e. more the
Dark Age is advanced,
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which is narrowly connected with it, nor the subsequent history of our times,
in the proper light. And any judgement one might, then, pass, will be false
from the cosmic — and a fortiori from the historical — point of view.
***
Adolf Hitler chose to use the Dark Age weapons because, — contrarily
to that other uncompromising champion of Truth, Akhnaton of Egypt, who
lived 3300 years before him, — he fully realised that there is, in this world, no
peaceful escape from the grip of the Dark forces. He realised it as he
experienced that his German people, and, along with them, the whole Aryan
race — the youngest creative race of our Time-cycle and the only creative
race for centuries; the best — were threatened in their existence by the
agents of the Death-powers; cornered; and that their definitive downfall and
disappearance would mean the definitive downfall of higher organised Life
upon this planet, with no hope of resurrection. That experience did not begin
on the day Adolf Hitler was told that the First World War was lost for
Germany. It had been familiar to him for years. But the news of the loss of the
war and then of the infamous Treaties of Versailles and Saint-German
imposed upon Germany by her victors, and the sight of the following misery,
gave it further depth, further acuteness, and a further tremendous hold on
him. A growing sense of emergency, a feverish haste — not unlike that, which
one can trace in the building of the capital of King Akhnaton’s ideal State —
drove him forwards, defining his whole policy in its positive and negative
aspects, at home and abroad, to the end.
His Gospel of Germanic pride and glorious healthy earthly life —
”freedom and bread” — coupled with the hard blows of the early Storm
Troopers’ fists, that kept order in his public meetings and, when necessary,
fought his battle in the streets, broke down whatever opposition stood in his
way to power. There was, in that blending of mystical insight, elemental logic
and well-organised brutality — of truth and youth — that characterises
National Socialism, a grandeur that appealed to the masses and to the very
best of the best people: to those exceptionally intelligent and reliable men
who have retained the raw vitality of the masses within their psychological
make-up.
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Temporary set-backs1 only kindled the bitter determination of both. And the
struggle started in 1919 was a staggering triumph. On the 30th of January,
1933, Adolf Hitler was acclaimed as Chancellor of the German Reich. A few
months later, the Reichstag was to vote him “illimited powers,” so that he
might, without hindrance, remould the whole State, and direct Germany’s
foreign policy according to his programme — which he consistently did to the
extent it could be done in spite of the undermining activities of a well-hidden
and — alas! — extremely efficient pack of traitors in Germany itself, and in
defiance of the increasing hostility of the whole world, i.e. against the
pressure of the coalesced forces of this Dark Age.
It is an error to believe that “after a time” the National Socialist State
“should have” — could have, in the first place, — avoided evolving into a
“police State,” i.e. a State permanently dominated by the consciousness of
emergency. In other words, it is an error to believe that, in 1933, — or 1934
— the struggle was “over,” and conditions of emergency a thing of the past.
From the moment Adolf Hitler acquired a free hand to remould the German
Reich according to his ideals, the National Socialist struggle merely entered a
new phase. It was no longer the struggle for power. But it still was the
Struggle for Truth; for cosmic Truth applied to social problems and to politics
in our advanced Dark Age, i.e. the Struggle for Truth, with unavoidable Dark
Age methods. And for that very reason — because it is the State “against
Time” par excellence, — the National Socialist State could (and can, were it
again to take shape during this Dark Age) only be a State resting upon an
iron coercive and military organisation; a State in which every free citizen
feels himself a soldier — a voluntary soldier, glad to submit to integral (inner
and outer) discipline, for the advent and defence of Adolf Hitler’s ideal Reich,
(the Kingdom of Truth “against Time”) — and in which every enemy of the
new Order lives under the constant threat of denunciation and arrest, hard
labour in a concentration camp, or death; what a well-known hater of the
Hitler faith has tried to slander under the name of an “S.S.
1
Such as the failure of the putsch of the 9th November 1923.
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State.”1 (The word is, in reality, the greatest compliment paid, to the glorious
revolutionary State “against Time.”)
“A revolution,” says Konstantin Hierl, one of the men to whom the
National Socialist regime owes the most, in the practical field, “can only be a
transitory state of affairs, (ein Ubergangszustand). And he adds: “Also the
absolute system, of government connected with the National Socialist
revolution should have been only a transition, and could not be the first aim of
a German revolution.”2
It is true that revolutions in the usual sense of the word — such as the
French Revolution or the Russian Revolution, which are but passages from
given conditions “in Time” to different conditions, also “in Time”; steps along
the downward path of history — can only be “transitory states of affairs.” But it
is, from the cosmic standpoint, an error — an understandable error, maybe,
yet, a fundamental one, — to consider the National Socialist upheaval as a
mere “German Revolution” of the same type as those. Being an upheaval
“against Time,” the National Socialist Revolution was, — and, as long as its
guiding, Idea lives in the consciousness of a militant minority, remains, a
transition, no doubt, but a transition between advanced Dark Age conditions
and coming, Golden Age conditions, yet hardly dreamable. And therefore only
with the end of the Dark Age — with the end of every influence of the Forces
of disintegration and, subsequently, the end of all opposition to the truth it
stands for, — can and will “the absolute system of government” connected
with it cease to have its justification, and the National Socialist emergency
State “against Time” give place to a normal form (which will then be a Golden
Age form) of collective life a form devised for a few — very few — god-like
men and women, of the best blood, uncontested masters of a beautiful
regenerate earth more than broad enough to contain them and their
descendants for many generations, and to feed them, without them needing
to kill or harm or exploit any living creature; the glorious fulfillment of those
very ideals of perfect health and more-than-human strength and beauty that
the heroic Third German Reich has striven to impose yesterday, against the
current of time, with Dark Age weapons.
1
This is the title of one of Eugen Kogon’s books against the Third Reich.
2
Konstantin Hierl, “In Dienst für Deutschland,” p. 121-122.
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That is the proper meaning of Adolf Hitler’s own comments upon the
“humane pacifist Idea” according to which every human life is supposed to
have such an enormous “value.” The humane pacifist idea is, in fact, perhaps
quite good, once the highest type of human being has already conquered and
subdued so much of the surface of the world as to make himself the sole lord
of this earth,” writes he, in “Mein Kampf.”1 “The idea can, in that case, cause
no harm, inasmuch as its application” (meaning: its application in its present-
day form) “will be rare, and finally impossible” — “impossible” precisely
because, then, there will (for very many millenniums at least) no longer exist
any politically dangerous or racially inferior elements, capable of corrupting
the best and of marring the harmony between actual life and its divine
pattern. But now “the highest type of human being” — the best of the best
among Nature’s chosen race, — are far from being the “sole masters of this
earth.” Now, we are still in the Dark Age, — sinking into it more and more.
And therefore comes the logical conclusion of the inspired Man, Founder of
the Dark Age State “against Time”: “Also erst Kampf, und dann vielleicht
Pazifismus” — “So, first struggle, and then, perhaps, pacifism.”2
All but a very few people have thoroughly misunderstood — and
millions have most unjustly condemned — the coercive methods of the Third
Reich and its drastic steps intended to protect Western Aryandom against the
Jewish danger (and against the influence of any man-centred, international
Weltanschauung, all. of which are, in the West, Jewish products.) They have
misunderstood them precisely because they have refused to acknowledge
the infinitely more than political significance of National Socialism, and to see,
in it, what I have called an upheaval “against Time.” And they have
condemned them because, as I have stated in the beginning of this book,
evolution in Time goes hand in hand not with a decrease in violence (on the
contrary!) but with a steady decrease in honesty regarding violence, and in
understanding concerning the right use of it. They have condemned them
while tolerating (and, more often than not, defending) all
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 315.
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 315-316.
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bodily efficiency and qualities of character in boys and girls, from the age of
six onwards, in the different sections of the beautifully organised pan-
Germanic Youth Associations — the famous Hitler Youth and the B.D.M.1 —
and then, at the age of sixteen, in the squads of the Labour Service2 for six
months (or more) and in further bodies preparing them to the privilege of
becoming worthy citizens of the proud new Reich; all he did, on one hand
through the admirable Nüremberg Laws (1935) and, on the other, through the
most active encouragement of early marriages and of joyfully consented
racial selection, to raise sexual relations from the shameful status of “an
amusement” or of a drudgery or of a “business,” back to that of the
dispassionate duty of the healthy and pure-blooded towards their race, in
honour, innocence and joy; all that, I may, nay, the whole structure of the
National Socialist State — its very existence — had one aim and one alone:
to breed, out of the best Germans, a nation of supermen in the Nietzschean
sense of the word; a nation of “heroes like unto the gods,” to repeat the words
of Homer.
And, as I said before, the Führer pursued “that aim not just because the
Germans were his people, but because his, more-than-political, nay, more-
than-human insight pointed them out to him as the only people sufficiently
pure-blooded and, at the same time, sufficiently militant to be the saviours of
the Aryan race, here and now, in its present-day emergency, and to become
the instruments of its regeneration and survival, beyond the stormy end of our
Time-cycle.
The well-known National Socialist policy of German expansion towards
the East is the logical consequence of Adolf Hitler’s efforts to raise not only
the biological quality of his people (through racial selection) but also their
birth-rate, while doing all he could to avoid coming in conflict with England
i.e., while refusing to claim, for Germany, colonies overseas. It was as clear
and consistent as could possibly be: if every healthy and pure-blooded
German was to have as many children as he or she could — the more the
better, — (and that was what the National Socialist State was urging them to
do), then surely that yearly increase in population was to live somewhere and
1
Bund deutschen Mädchen.
2
Arbeitsdienst, or rather Reichsarbeitsdienst (R.A.D.).
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1
A few centuries before the Christian era — from a cosmic standpoint, yesterday, — lions were
still plentiful in the woods and deserts of the classical East. They have all been killed off. While
bugs and lice are as numerous and flourishing in the Near East now as in Antiquity.
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the earth with his own brood of poorer and poorer quality.
That sinful will, coupled, as time goes on, with positive hatred for the
eternal, natural Order, has found its latest main expression in the system of
false values which stands, at an interval of two thousand years, behind both
the Christian and the Communist revolution — the system according to which
“man” is everything, and man’s “happiness” the end of all desirable activity —
and in an increasing effort not to stop the silly application of “science” to the
prolongation or preservation of superfluous lives — oh, no! — but, on the
contrary, to encourage it, and then to organise the every day more enormous
Menschenmaterial for the benefit of the Forces of disintegration. These, i.e.,
their agents, tend, admittedly to do away with the vast international slum
which the world has become, but... only in order to drill the slum-dwellers —
ultimately — into factory robots with one ideal: work, work, work; “production,”
ever more production, and cheap enjoyment — ever more enjoyment —
quantity, and ever more quantity... till more and more millions of bastardised
world-citizens have completely killed Nature for “man’s” sake; till there are no
more deserts, no more forests, no more inviolate mountain fastnesses, no
more broad landscapes free from human habitations and from the sound of
wireless dance-music; no more jungles — for the dullest of human beings is,
in the eyes of the Communist as in those of the Christian, and of all believers
in man-centred ideologies, worth more than the noblest royal Bengal tiger or
than the most gorgeous banyan tree.
In the eyes of the believers in quality, however, (in the eyes of those
who deplore that broadening disparity between actual life and its divine
pattern, which characterises evolution in Time) any Bengal tiger, nay, any
healthy cat — any healthy tree; any perfect sample of manifested Life — is
worth far more than an ugly, — degenerate human bastard. Alone man in his
perfection — superior man “like unto the Gods,” not the patched-up weakling
that this conceited Age exalts — is to be looked upon as “the highest
creature,” “God’s image,” etc... National Socialism — and that is the root of its
conflict with Communism, no less than with Christianity as the latter has come
down to us, — strives to bring back that conception of
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man into living reality, and to prepare the reappearing of such a human type,
through the preservation and strengthening of the best in our fallen Age, not
at the cost of the other healthy and beautiful creatures of this earth but, no
doubt, — and without a qualm of remorse — at the expense of those masses
of racially inferior humanity which the Dark Forces are now organising, with
the help of the Jews, their permanent agents, under the sign of the Hammer
and Sickle. For those organised masses are, as Hans Grimm has clearly
seen — alas, after the disaster of 1945 — tomorrow’s threat to the very
existence of higher mankind (not “Asia’s” threat to “Europe,” — by any
means! — but the threat of raceless numbers to the pure-blooded Aryan of
Europe and Asia, America and South Africa and Australia, and to the pure-
blooded and noble non-Aryan, also of the whole world.)
That is, I repeat — one can never stress the point enough, — the deep
opposition between National Socialism and Marxism, nay, between National
Socialism and all man-centred, equalitarian creeds, of which Marxism is
merely the latest in date and the most consistent. It is the opposition between
the Golden Age ideal of quality at all levels of existence, and the Dark Age
dream of organised human quantity, submerging all life, until it itself finally
sinks into chaos and death.
But we are, now, in the Dark Age — and, which is more, near the end of
it. This is a fact which nothing can alter. And just as “tyranny can only be
broken through greater tyranny, and terror through terror,”1 so can quantity
only be crushed through quantity. And so can the impact of well-organised,
raceless masses, devoted to a false idea, only be held back and overcome
through the stronger impact of still better organised, disciplined millions of the
best Aryan blood, inspired with a fanatical faith in eternal cosmic Truth (or, at
least, in that much of it as they may need to know, in order to kindle their
fighting efficiency to its maximum.)
The truth which Adolf Hitler gave his people, so that they might become
and remain the bulwark of Aryandom against the impact of a bastardised
world drilled in Marxism (the latest Jewish revolutionary creed “in Time”), can
be Condensed in a few simple sentences: “We Germans are the only
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 507 (already quoted).
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insight, in spite of his genius, too strong for him; that it needed a still harder
“Man against Time” than he, in order to break them; in other words, that he is
not the last Man “against Time.”
He knew it himself, from the early days of the struggle. And nothing
shows more clearly how aware he was of his own place and significance in
the history of our Time-cycle, than the words he addressed Hans Grimm in
1928, in the course of a conversation that lasted an hour and a quarter: “I
know that some Man capable of giving our problems a final solution must
appear. I have sought such a man. I could nowhere discover him. And that is
why I have set myself to do the preparatory work (die Vorarbeit); only the
most urgent preparatory work, for I know that I am myself not, the one. And I
know also what is missing in me (to be the one). But the other One still
remains aloof, and nobody comes forward, and there is no more time to be
lost.”1
Or, to speak the language of most ancient Tradition, the One-Who-
comes-back, age after age, “whenever justice is crushed” — the One Who
had actually come back in him, to reassert eternal cosmic Truth in our times,
through the most heroic and most misunderstood of all political and more-
than-political struggles — would have to come back at least once more during
the present Time-cycle. For this Dark Age was not to come to its end in Adolf
Hitler’s life-time.
1
Hans Grimm, “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” (edit. 1954), p. 14.
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CHAPTER XIV
Nobody wanted peace more than Adolf Hitler. Nobody needed peace
more than he. He needed it in order to consolidate and to extend his great
work; in order to allow the understandable but nevertheless somewhat
alarming differences. in outlook between the old German ruling classes and
ruling: bodies — the nobility and the wealthy higher middle class; the
“intelligenzia”; the Churches; but specially the General Staff, of Prussian
tradition (entirely or nearly entirely recruited among the old, land-owning
nobility) — on one hand, and the Reichsleiters and Gauleiters and, in general,
the leading men of the New Order, on the other, slowly to die out, and a
synthesis of the best of all German national forces to take place under the
Sign of the Swastika; he needed it to secure the: undisturbed growth of a
healthy and uncompromising new generation of men and women — fighters
and mothers — born and brought up in the glorious National Socialist
atmosphere and. devoted, without any reservations whatsoever, to his ideals;
to enable himself to continue carrying out his admirable social programme
and — without them hardly becoming conscious of the change — gradually
inducing the German people to accept the ethical and, one should add, in the
deeper sense of the word, the religious revolution that National Socialism
represents in this country: the return to racial i.e., natural, values and, in
general, to that life-centred wisdom which the new doctrine implies, after one
and a half thousand years of man-centred, equalitarian, anti-natural and anti-
national Judeo-Christian superstition. He needed peace in order to bring,
slowly, but irresistibly, into existence, under the leadership of the regenerate
German Reich, the Greater Reich comprising all people of Germanic blood
and ultimately all people of Aryan blood, in and outside Europe, and to
remould the whole world according to the principle of the God-ordained
hierarchy of races and of the rule of the best.
And nobody strove for peace as hard and as consistently
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the 1939-1945 World War is, in the midst of the gigantic struggle of polar
opposites, without beginning nor end, which constitutes cosmic history, a
tragic local instance of the fated victory of the satanic Forces — i.e. of the
Forces of untruth — near the end of an Age of Gloom.
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1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 93.
2
“Mein Kampf,” I, p. 1.
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break with the recent past and — apparently — a return to an older political
tradition, but because it was the outcome, of an attitude in complete
contradiction with that of all European politicians for the last one thousand
five hundred years at least, and a return to the spirit and corresponding
customs of a long-forgotten age, the sanity of which other-worldly
superstitions, on one hand, and all-too-worldly business considerations, on
the other, had not yet destroyed, and in which common blood was, as a
matter of course, — as Nature intended it to be, — the soundest thinkable
basis of friendship and constructive collaboration; in other words, because it
was a break with that untruth — that rebellion of man against Nature, —
which is the distinctive (and increasingly visible) trait of our Dark Age.
The system of political alliances that had prevailed up till then, and that
yet prevailed, was indeed — like practically all human institutions of this Age
— stamped with the sign of untruth. Common dogmatic faith (in the first
millennium of the Christian era and somewhat later) and then, more and
more, common (or supposed common) material interests, had been,
irrespective of blood, and, more often than not, in flagrant opposition to any
idea of natural blood-solidarity, the main bond between allied powers.
Charlemagne and his warriors had fought, with the blessing of the Catholic
Church, — the oldest international (and anti-national) power in Europe —
against the Lombards, against the Saxons, people of Germanic stock like
themselves, which was bad enough. And seven hundred years later, Francis
the First, King of France — an Aryan king, at any rate — had, for the sake of
dynastic greed, allied himself with the Turks against the German Reich, which
was even worse, if worse could be. And in later history, calculations of mere
material profit had played an ever greater part in the determination of the
attitude of governments towards one another and in that of nations’ “friends”
and “foes,” without the mentioned profit being, in fact, anybody’s but that of a
few international — Jewish; or raceless — big-businessmen, — which meant
the complete separation of “politics” from national life in the true sense of the
word. The typical Dark Age mentality’ behind that unhealthy state of affairs
had
1
“When society reaches a stage in which property confers rank; in which wealth becomes the only
source of virtue ... then we are in the Kali Yuga or Dark Age” (Vishnu Puran).
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been, already at the close of the 19th century, that of an influential British
minority, championing, in the name of a misled and pre-eminently commercial
nationalism, the most extreme anti-German policy. It can hardly ever have
found a dearer and more cynical expression than in Sir Philip Chalmers
Mitchell’s essay “A biological view of our foreign policy, by a biologist,”
published in the 1st of February issue of the London “Saturday Review,” in
1896, and recently quoted in extenso by Hans Grimm.1 There, not only are
England’s commercial interests stressed as though they were everything; not
only is Germany, — the prosperous, and therefore dangerous business rival
— pointed out as England’s main enemy in spite of undeniable biological
similitude, but that biological similitude, that community of blood and the
community of nature, which is the consequence of it, that similitude in
permanent, deeper qualities, is precisely the fact alleged to make war
between England and Germany unavoidable, nay, to cause that war to be a
war to the finish;2 it is the fact which urges Sir Philip Chalmers Mitchell,
professor of biology, — and, later on, (from 1916 to 1919) member of the
British General. Staff — to paraphrase, applying them to England’s sister-
nation, the famous pitiless words which the Roman Cato once used to repeat,
at every opportunity, against Carthago, Rome’s Semitic rival, and to say:
“Delenda est Germania” — “Germany must be destroyed.”
It is difficult to ascertain whether Adolf Hitler knew or not of the
existence of that strangely enlightening piece of English literature. Possibly
he did; the essay had been, already at the time of its publication, handed over
to German diplomatic and military circles, in which, apart from a few
exceptional men, such as Admiral Tirpitz, nobody had — unfortunately —
then or afterwards, taken it seriously. Possibly, he did not. But even so, he
was perfectly aware of the widespread attitude which it now so unmistakably
expresses; of that superstitious hostility to Germany, rooted in the fear of
being commercially “outdone,” which is, with minor circumstantial differences,
Eyre Crowe’s attitude and, nearer to us, Sir Robert Vansittart’s, Duff
Cooper’s, Eden’s and Winston Churchill’s.
1
In both his “Erzbischofschrift,” and in “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?”
2
See the text of the essay.
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He was aware of it, and yet, from the beginning of his public life, and
over and over again — nay, as we shall see, even during the war, — he held
out his hand to England in a gesture of friendship — in a spirit of total,
unconditional, thoroughly sincere reconciliation, without a shade of bitterness,
let alone of revengefulness. He did all he possibly could, not to “placate” the
mistress of the Seven Seas, whose might he neither feared not hated, but to
win her confidence and collaboration, in absolute good faith; to break that
superstitious dread of a powerful Germany, which clever, or, sometimes,
irresponsible agents of the Dark Forces had been breathing into her people
for over forty years at least, and to awaken in them the slumbering
consciousness of the brotherhood of blood, deeper, truer, stronger than any
commercial or narrowly political realities — everlasting, while profit and power
are time-bound.
Governments and Churches, inasmuch as they do not actually embody
and adequately express a people’s collective soul, are also time-bound.
Maybe, England was living under a political regime entirely different from —
nay, the very opposite of — that which Adolf Hitler had given Germany. But
that was a secondary matter. Germany herself had lived under a different
regime up till 1933. And quite possibly, even a real “people’s regime” in
England — in an English National Socialist State, if ever one had happened
to come into existence — would have been, in many ways, profoundly
different from the German National Socialist regime. Maybe, deep-rooted
moral and religious prejudices (blind allegiance to time-honoured institutions
and ideas) would, for years, — or for centuries — prevent the English from
accepting some of the hard and simple biological truths upon which genuine
National Socialism is based, and from sharing wholeheartedly that heathen
scale of values which is, strictly speaking, inseparable from it. Yet even that
was, from the standpoint of permanent, natural reality, i.e. from the standpoint
of the Seer, a secondary matter. That did not alter the fact that, considered
with her dominions overseas, England was, before the Second World War, —
in spite of obvious weakness, mistakes and crimes; in spite of her having,
hardly forty years earlier, waged the most disgraceful war upon the Boors, in
South Africa; in spite of her having, through her missionaries and her schools,
introduced the microbe of Democracy (and,
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unwillingly, that of Communism) into such a land as India, — the great ruling
Aryan power. Her Empire was, as a historical reality, one of the grand
material achievements of the Nordic race — unthinkable, apart from the
qualities of character of the best men among those who had built it up, and
among those who were running it: daring; perseverance; sense of
responsibility and sense of honour; organising genius, coupled with selfless
idealism: Nordic qualities.
Adolf Hitler repeatedly proclaimed his determination to respect the
integrity of the British Empire. He repeatedly declared that the German
National Socialist State was to look upon every manner of pre-1914 colonial
policy, and every form pf aggressive commercial competition with England as
a thing of the past. And he fully meant what he said. He meant it because he
saw, no doubt, in that “alliance with England” which he so eagerly urged J.
von Ribbentrop to “bring him back,” a guarantee of peaceful development for
Germany and of further unhindered evolution and expansion for National
Socialism — Germany’s highest interest, immediately and in the long run. He
meant it also because the friendly collaboration of the two leading nations of
Nordic blood appeared to him, from a more-than-political standpoint, as the
unmistakable dictate of sanity; as the course in harmony with the meaning of
life (which should also be the meaning of “politics,” if the latter are to cease
being mere business intrigues) and the policy which was, therefore,
immediately and in the long run, in the interest of superior mankind in the
biological sense of the word, and consequently, “in the interest of the
Universe,” again to quote the old hallowed words of the Bhagavad-Gita. He
held out his hand to England both as a wise, far-sighted statesman and as a
“Man against Time.”
But England’s leading men — and number of men in high office in
Germany — were not only short-sighted politicians but active agents of the
everlasting Dark Forces. Adolf Hitler’s efforts were systematically neutralised
through their stubborn, combined hostility and through that of the unseen
Powers of disintegration and death at the back of them.
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there would have been no Second World War. And the unseen Powers of
disintegration would have had to devise some other means of thrusting this
present Creation a foot-step nearer its doom. The formation in Germany of an
eminently efficient National Socialist ruling élite would have secured the
stability of the regime and, which is more, the definitive acceptance of the
new scale of values and new conception of life “in harmony with the
primaeval meaning of things,” first among Adolf Hitler’s people and then, also,
— gradually — among all people of Aryan blood; in other words, it would
have brought about a general rising of the Indo-European race (and, through
the latter’s influence, of all the noble races) against the fatal, downward
pressure of Time. The success of such a rising would have meant the end of
this Dark Age and, under the divine Swastika, Sign of the Sun, Sign of Life in
its pristine glory, “a new heaven and a new earth.” But, as I said before, this is
precisely what the Death-forces were bound to try to hinder. They tried with
diabolical masterfulness, knowing that it was perhaps their last chance of
large scale success on earth within the present Time-cycle.
J. von Ribbentrop’s experience with England’s ruling men was a steady
series of disappointments. The Permanent Secretary of State, Sir (later Lord)
Robert Vansittart, whom he had hoped to convince of the advantages of a
close Anglo-German collaboration, proved adamant in his anti-German
attitude — all the more baffling that he did not even attempt to justify it
through some sort of logic.1 “In Vansittart,” was the German Ambassador to
write, shortly before his martyr’s death in Nüremberg, ten years later, “I felt I
had before me a man with an absolutely fixed opinion; the man of the Foreign
Office, who not only supported the thesis of “balance of power” but also
embodied Sir Eyre Crowe’s principle: ‘Whatever may happen, never pactise
with Germany!’ I had the definite impression that this man would not even
once try to bring our two countries nearer to each other. Every word was
simply lost on him.”2 Winston Churchill, although admittedly more outspoken,
was no less irreducibly opposed to any Anglo-German alliance. The very
thought of a powerful
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 96.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 97.
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Germany filled with bitterness, nay, with hatred. And he was determined to do
all he possibly could to keep that nightmare of his from becoming a
permanent reality. “If Germany grows too strong, she shall again be beaten
down,” declared he bluntly, in the course of a several hours’ conversation with
J. von Ribbentrop, in 1937. And he added, as the Ambassador reminded him
that Germany had friends “Oh, we are pretty good at getting them around in
the end,”1 thus foretelling that which was — alas! — actually to take place a
few years later. Himself one of the cleverest and most efficient agents of the
Forces of disintegration at the end of this Age of Gloom, he understood both
the mentality of the professional politicians and that of the dull, conceited,
inconsistent and gullible average man: the ultimate human factors at the back
of “public opinion” and world-politics under a Democratic order.
The hopes that one might have been prompted to draw from King
Edward the Eighth’s friendly attitude to Germany were abruptly brushed aside
through the King’s well’ known abdication in 1937. “With this abdication,”
states the former German Ambassador, in the Memoirs I already mentioned,
“the cause of the Anglo-German alliance had lost a possibility.”2 And the
remaining possibilities were not to materialise. They rested upon the influence
which a minority of racially-conscious, unprejudiced and far-sighted
Englishmen, in no way connected with open or secret Jewish or pro-Jewish
world-organisations — men such as Sir Oswald Mosley and some of the most
enlightened members of the London Anglo-German Fellowship — could exert
in Government circles, and upon the public. And that influence was practically
negligible. In British Government circles, Adolf Hitler’s healthy new Germany
was, — wrongly, no doubt, but all-too-actually — looked upon with mistrust,
as a growing menace. And the very admiration that so many thousands of
English people could not help feeling for the inspired ruler’s social
achievements, was — with the help of the press, — steadily giving way to
resentment at the idea of the leading position to which Germany had risen,
under him, economically and politically, within but three or four years’ time
and without war. The increasing prosperity
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 97.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 104.
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and power of the sister nation were surely the most eloquent tribute to the
proud faith in “blood and soil” that now filled the hearts and lives of her
people. In England, one wanted peace, of course. Who did not, after a world
war such as that of 1914-1918? And it was — or should have been — quite
clear that an Anglo-German alliance would have meant lasting peace. Yet,
one dimly felt that such a peace could only help Germany to become stronger
and stronger, and National Socialism to win prestige within and beyond the
frontiers of the Reich. Now Britons had been taught for centuries that every
country which rose to prominence upon the European mainland was “a threat
to England.” This was not merely the opinion of the Foreign Office; it had
grown into a widespread British superstition, harder to uproot than any
“opinion.” Germany was, therefore, (and whether this were or not in the
interest of peace) not to be allowed to become “too strong.”
It was easy — again with the help of the almighty press, — to bring the
average Englishman to believe, on that point, the same as Mr. (later Sir)
Winston Churchill. All the more easy that new Germany was unconceivable
apart from her National Socialist creed, and that the average Englishman was
from several sides, at first, discretely, and then, quite boldly, being told that
the creed had a “dangerous” more-than-political bearing nay, a decidedly
anti-Christian one (which no doubt was true, although in a far deeper sense
than that stressed in the newspaper articles and propaganda pamphlets).1
The organisations which financed the latter were, in fact, keener on harming
Germany than on saving “Christian civilisation” — let alone the essence of
original Christianity (the other-wordly teaching “above Time”) which was by no
means threatened. But the pious arguments were clever — the more illogical,
the cleverer; — well-calculated to impress the non-thinking masses and the
false-thinking half-learned. They bore fruit. In addition to that, the more and
more “uncompromising attitude”2 which Adolf Hitler himself was beginning to
take with regard to the Christian Churches — i.e., his very definite attempt to
prevent any interference of the Churches
1
Among these one should remember the booklets published by “The Friends of Europe” and
quoting extracts of National Socialist writers.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, loc. cit., p. 127.
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in State affairs, — was bound to give grist to the anti-Nazi propaganda mills.
It led to the greatest tension between the National Socialist State and the
Vatican “and to the mobilisation of all the energies of the Churches against
us, in protestant lands also,” writes J. von Ribbentrop; “a most significant and
disadvantageous development from the standpoint of foreign policy.”1
It thus became clearer and clearer that the “English alliance” which
Adolf Hitler had so earnestly striven for, was a psychological impossibility. Not
merely the most influential men in the British Foreign Office, but “the
atmosphere” in the whole country was against it. A few weeks before his
promotion from the position of Ambassador in London to that of Foreign
Minister of the German Reich, i.e., already at the close of 1937,2 J. von
Ribbentrop sent Adolf Hitler a detailed report3 at the end of which the
following sentences are, among others, to be found: “I do not believe any
longer in the possibility of an understanding with England. England does not
want any mighty Germany in her neighbourhood...”; “Here one strongly
believes in the efficiency of National Socialism” (i.e., one believes it will give
Germany more and more power); “Edward VIII was compelled to abdicate
because one was not sure whether he would lend a hand to a policy of
hostility towards Germany. Chamberlain has now appointed Vansittart, our
most important and toughest opponent, to such a position as enables him to
take a leading part in the diplomatic play against Germany. However much
one might, in the meantime, for tactical reasons, try to come to an
understanding with us, every single day in the future in which our political
considerations should fail to be fundamentally, determined by the thought of
England as our most dangerous opponent, would be a gain for our enemies.”4
There was indeed nothing else to do but to face the fact that Adolf
Hitler’s great dream of Aryan world-leadership on the basis of a solid,
peaceful collaboration of the two, main European nations of Germanic stock,
was not — and was, for a
1
J. von Ribbentrop, loc. cit., p. 127.
2
He was appointed Reichsaussenminister on the 4th February 1938.
3
Deutsche Botschaft, London, A. 5522.
4
Quoted in J. von Ribbentrop’s “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 122-123.
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very long time at least, not likely to become, — England’s dream It was, no
doubt, a pity a greater pity even than the few racially-conscious Englishmen
probably realised at the time. But it was a fact. England’s ruling classes were
completely in the grip of international Jewry, which cunningly used, in its own
interest, both their business-like fear of a powerful Germany, and their moral
objection (or so-called such one) against the National Socialist view of life, in
particular, against National Socialist anti-Semitism. And the British people,
robbed, through the whole modern conditioning apparatus, of their natural
capacity of doubt, analyse, and free choice, believed what they were told, and
reacted to world events as their unseen masters — the Jews — expected
them to. One day, perhaps, they would wake up — when it would be too late.
(And Adolf Hitler, the Man “against Time,” first a seer and then a politician,
never left off feeling sure that such a day would come). In the meantime,
however, their masters saw to it that the sight of Germany’s grand awakening
did not raise them out of their comfortable apathy — at least, not quickly
enough for them to discover the tricks that were being played upon them, and
to refuse to follow their wicked shepherds on the path of fratricidal war.
Unable to break Jewish influence in England, Adolf Hitler strengthened
his bonds with the two nations with which Germany was in ideological
agreement: Japan, and fascist Italy, who both had — the former in November
1936, the latter a year later, — signed with him the Anti-Commintern Pact,
which England had steadily refused to sign.1
Yet, again because he was first a Seer and then a politician; because
he felt real, eternal England, in spite of all, behind the judaised England of to-
day, and the essence of hallowed Aryandom behind eternal England, he
never abandoned the old dream of friendship, and never gave up watching for
a “change of heart” on the British side.
***
The germs of the Second World War lay in the Versailles Treaty. And,
not merely in a complete revision of that shameful
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 112.
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piece of work, but in the definitive suppression of the spirit which had
produced it — i.e., in the abolition of that old, morbid fear and gratuitous
hatred of a strong Germany in the hearts of most Europeans, — lay the only
possibility of a lasting peace. In fact, the infamous Treaty was never revised,
and the political map of Europe never given back the outlines of sanity on the
basis of that “right of people to dispose of themselves” which the victors of
1918 had so often and so loudly proclaimed. And instead of being
suppressed, or at least left to die out, fear and hatred were systematically and
most cunningly cultivated in England, in France, in the smaller European
countries that had fought on the Allied side, during the First World War in
those that had remained neutral; in the United States of America — of all
lands, the one which had the least reason to feel “menaced” by a Greater
German Reich beyond the Atlantic Ocean-and, strange as this may seem, in
a number of non-European countries such as India, whose people had
nothing whatsoever to do with the frontier problems of Central and Eastern
Europe, and did not (apart from one or two resplendent individual exceptions)
possess the slightest idea of European history;1 countries which, moreover,
Germany had never harmed, while England had... and how!
Under the influence of those agents of the Dark Forces who had
prepared the yet greatest crime in diplomatic history and who were now
supervising its consummation, the people of the whole world outside the
“fascist countries” were systematically made to forget or kept from learning
the fact that “Austrians” — representatives of the small German nucleus that
had, for ages, held together, and ruled the many and varied national groups
comprised within the “Kingdom of Austria and Hungary” — were and always
had been Germans; and that their Parliament had, immediately after the
splitting up of the Austro-Hungarian State at the end of the First World War
(long before Adolf Hitler had come to power; nay, before his Party had taken
shape) unanimously voted the fusion of Austria with Germany. They were
made to forget or kept from learning the fact that there had never existed and
could
1
To be fair, one should point out that many of the “Americans” — sons of European emigrants —
and Western Europeans who helped in the concoction of the Versailles Treaty, knew no more
about the history and geography of Central Europe than any Indian coolie is likely to know.
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1
“A historical lie,” to quote Hans Krebs’ words.
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Austria (in March 1938) and, a few months later, of Sudetenland into the
Reich, not to speak of Germany’s earlier withdrawal from the League of
Nations and her decision in favour of conscription after all Adolf Hitler’s
honest proposals of a general disarmament had been turned down; was
presented to them everywhere — be it in the London newspapers, an those
of New York or in those of Calcutta, — as the outcome of a revival of
“German militarism” and as the evidence of a “menace to civilisation.”
As already stated, far from accepting the friendly hand that Adolf Hitler
stretched out to her, England became more and more unbending in her
resolution not to treat with Germany, happen what might, i.e., more and more
fatally launched in the direction Sir (later Lord) Robert Vansittart and Mr. (later
Sir) Winston Churchill etc., were striving to give her foreign policy. Nay, there
are serious grounds to believe that the vexations that the German population
in Sudetenland and in the Polish “corridor” suffered on the part of Czechs and
Poles, were, more often than not, encouraged, when not actually provoked by
secret agents of the British “Intelligence Service.” In other words, England
was not only doing all she could to create such conditions as were the most
likely to lead to war, but also, seeing to it, before hand, that she could, one
day, — again as in 1918 — throw the blame for it upon Germany, as a matter
of fact, this time upon Nazi Germany. Her most important European satellite
— France — and the world-power of which she was herself (quicker than she
expected) to become a satellite — U.S.A. — helped her efficiently in this dirty
game.
Still, war would — perhaps — not have become unavoidable, had it not
been for a well-organised set of German traitors in high position — van
Weizsäcker and Kordt, both holders of leading posts in the German Foreign
Office; General Beck and General Halder, both in turn Chiefs of the German
General Staff; Oberstleutnant H. Boehm-Tettelbach and other first rank
officers of the German Army; Wilhelm Canaris, head of the German Military
Intelligence, and a number of others, some of whose names were to become
widely known overnight, in connection with the attempt on Adolf Hitler’s life,
on the 20th of July 1944; and also a few militant Christians, priests
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and lay men, all-too-conscious of the fact that a definitive victory of National
Socialism could mean nothing less than the end of Christianity and of
“Christian civilisation,” and determined to prevent such a happening at any
price, even at the cost of Germany’s destruction; men to whose feelings
Bonenhöfer was, during the war, to give expression, in a very clear sentence:
“Better a devastated Germany than a National Socialist one!”
Such elements were far more important than one is generally inclined to
believe. Post-war political literature — and, to begin with, in various detailed
“Memoirs,” the surviving traitors’ own description of their past doings, — goes
to prove that the whole machinery of the National Socialist State was simply
with them. And the fellows were active long before the war; in fact, from the
very day Adolf Hitler rose to power. And they were in constant secret touch
with Germany’s bitterest enemies in diplomatic circles abroad.
They did all they possibly could to encourage the foreign and specially
the English politicians in their stubborn and short-sighted will to hinder at all
costs any further materialization of Adolf Hitler’s territorial programme — in
their determination to “stop Hitler,” as they used to say, as the six million
Germans of Austria had, after those of Saarland, greeted with unprecedented
enthusiasm, their integration into the common motherland. They kept the men
of the British Foreign Office regularly informed about Adolf Hitler’s plans,1 and
gave them, at the same time, the false impression that the National Socialist
regime expressed by no means the German people’s actual choice, and that
it would be most easily overthrown at the outbreak of war. And whenever
tension arose between Great Britain and Germany, they sent secret envoys
to London, with precise instructions to prompt the British Government “not to
give in.” Thus were, for instance, Ewald von Kleist-Schmenzin, in August
1938, and Oberstleutnant Hans Boehm-Tettelbach, a fortnight later,
dispatched, the former on behalf of General Beck, the latter on behalf of
General Halder (General Beck’s successor as Chief of the German General
Staff) in order to come in touch “with the men the most closely connected with
the Foreign Office” and “to request the British Government to
1
See von Weizsäcker’s “Erinnerungen,” published in Munich in 1950.
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oppose a categorical ‘no’ to all Hitler’s further claims,”1 in particular, “to cause
England to remain adamant in the Sudeten question.”2 It is now known that
Elwin von Kleist-Schmenzin paid visits to several notoriously anti-German
leading British politicians, — in particular to Sir Robert Vansittart and to
Winston Churchill — between the 17th and the 24th of August, and that he
brought back a “private” letter of Winston Churchill to Wilhelm Canaris, one of
the most powerful German traitors, already mentioned.3 It is now known that
the German Secretary of State, von Weizsäcker, — who himself boasts of his
“constant activity” consisting of “obstruction with regard to foreign policy,” in
the Memoirs he was to write twelve years later, — also did his very best, in
early September 1938, to impress upon the British Government (through Carl
Burckhardt, Commisionary of the League of Nations for Danzig, who at once
sent on the message to Sir G. Warner, British envoy in Bern, who in his turn
telegraphed to the British Foreign Office) the necessity of sending to
Germany not Chamberlain, but “some energetic military man, who can shout
and bang his walking-stick upon the table, when he must”4 — i.e., a man who,
instead of signing with Adolf Hitler the well-known Munich Agreement, would
have broken off the negotiations and, apparently, caused war: the common
aim of all the enemies of the National Socialist New Order.
This much — which is just a sample out of the enormous (and ever-
increasing) amount of evidence to-day available — goes to show that, if, in
fact, such a supple person as Mr. Chamberlain was twice sent from London
to meet Adolf Hitler, and given power to sign the Munich Agreement, securing
peace (at least for another year), it was certainly not the fault of the German
Anti-Nazis. The reason why the British Cabinet sent Chamberlain — and not
the “energetic military man” whom Herr von Weizsäcker would have preferred
— and the reason why Chamberlain finally acknowledged the integration
1
Hans Boehm-Tettelbach declares so himself. See the “Rheinische Post” of the 10th July, 1948.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 141.
3
See Jar. Colvin’s “Master spy; the incredible story of Wilhelm Canaris, who, while Hitler’s Chief of
intelligence, was a secret agent of the British” (New York, 1952).
4
See Holldack “Was wircklich geschah” (Munich 1949), p. 95.
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of Sudetenland into the German Reich, is the very same one which had, two
months earlier, — i.e., before the last intrigues of the German traitors with a
view to provoke war — caused the despatch of Lord Runciman to Prague, as
a possible mediator between the Czechs and the German Sudeten Party, to
the satisfaction of both (and of the German Reich); namely: the necessity for
England to gain time; — “once more to do some thing for peace” — because
she was not yet ready for war,1 or, more exactly, because the leaders of
international Jewry behind the British politicians had not yet completed their
preparations for a world war. Which did not mean that the British Government
was not bent on war, sooner or later; war to “stop Hitler” because he had
made Germany — the dreaded commercial rival, — free and powerful; and
war to “stop Hitler” because he had put Germany’s power to the service of
such more-than-political truth as this advanced Dark Age hates the most.
Adolf Hitler was happy to interpret the Munich Agreement as the first
decisive step towards that broader, lasting Anglo-German collaboration which
he so sincerely desired. Was it not emphatically stated in the “Common
Declaration” which both he and the English Premier had signed on the 30th of
September, as an additional document stressing the meaning and importance
of the Agreement: “We look upon the Agreement signed yesterday evening
and the (earlier) Anglo-German Fleet Agreement as symbols of the desire of
both our people never again to wage war upon each other. We are
determined to handle also other questions which interest our countries by
way of negotiation and to brush aside eventual causes of divergences in
opinion, so that we might contribute to secure peace in Europe”?2 The
German traitors were less pleased with the result of the Munich Conference.
Their hopes of “putting Hitler aside” had to be given up — for how long? They
did not know.3 But they continued their shadowy intrigues, in Germany and in
every foreign land the policy of which they could directly or indirectly
influence, relentlessly trying to provoke or strengthen every manner of hatred
against
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 140.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 310.
3
Erich Kordt, “Wahn und Wircklichkeit” (edit. 1948), p. 128 and following.
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the Man to whom their lips had sworn allegiance, and against the regime they
outwardly professed to serve. As for England, her attitude towards new
Germany — the State against Time — grew, in spite of all Adolf Hitler’s
honest and earnest efforts, less and less friendly, not to say more and more
hostile. Only three days after the solemn Declaration just quoted,
Chamberlain announced in the House of Commons the decision of the
Government of Great Britain to arm at any cost. Then, “on the 7th December
1938, the Munich Agreement was, through the veto of the British State
Secretary for Colonies — doubtless not without the approval of his
Government — denied all validity in connection with the question of Colonies
and Mandate territories, and the ‘way of negotiation’ between England and
Germany closed with regard to the same.” ... “At the same time,” writes J. von
Ribbentrop in his Memoirs, “the British Government started a policy of still
closer collaboration with France, and the United States of America were
clearly invited to join in a coalition against Germany. The aim of this new
policy consisted quite openly in an encirclement of Germany. War psychose
was cultivated in England already before the integration of the remnant of
Czechoslovakia into the Reich. The European political horizon was
systematically swept in search of possibilities of anti-German alliances. What
Churchill had prophesied to me (von Ribbentrop) in 1937 was now
happening. Germany had, according to British opinion, become too strong
and was again to be beaten down.”1
The German traitors in high office have, I repeat, no small responsibility
in this tragic development. I am personally convinced that, without the
knowledge of their activity, England would not have declared war on
Germany in 1939 and that “the people would have remained satisfied with a
solution of the Corridor question imposed through violence.”2 In other words,
war between Germany and Poland would not have extended into war
between England and Germany.
But I am also convinced that war between England (with
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 146-147.
2
Friedrich Lenz, “Der ekle Wurm der deutschen Zwietract” (edit. 1952), p. 100.
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her European satellite: France) and Germany, could have (and would have)
been localised and ended in 1940, after the victorious campaign in France,
had it not been for an enemy immeasurably more powerful than all the
frustrated German officers (and intellectuals) and short-sighted, old-style
British politicians and businessmen rolled in one, namely: the leader of the
anti-Nazi forces (openly or secretly) all over the world; the enemy: the Jew.
That one — and whoever, in any part of the world, allowed himself to
be, directly or indirectly, influenced by him — is responsible for the fact that
the war between England and Germany did not — could not — end in 1940
with the honourable peace which Adolf Hitler generously offered the sister-
nation, which he did not hate, but that it spread further and further, becoming
the Second World War.
***
Jewish pestilence — under all its forms and in all domains: politically and
economically, no doubt, but also biologically, and spiritually. (He
acknowledged, in fact, from the beginning — and that, because he was
infinitely more than “a politician” — that biological separation from the Jews
and freedom from their influence in the moral and spiritual domain, meant
automatically political and economical riddance of them also).
In Point Four of the famous Twenty-five Points — the unshakable basis
of the National Socialist Party Programme, — he did away with that old and
all-too-wide-spread lie which consists in calling a Jew, who speaks the
language of a foreign people in whose midst he was born and brought up, a
man of that people. And he boldly proclaimed that, on account of his blood,
no Jew, — whatever be his capabilities or achievements, and however long
his family be settled in Germany, — can be a German citizen. He thus laid —
for the first time in the West since the decline of the Greco-Roman world (i.e.
since a non-Aryan could, if he liked, become a Roman citizen), and since
Theodoric the Great’s healthy Gothic kingdom, — the foundations of a natural
and rational State; of a State according to the dictates of Life.
In that long, dull process of decay which is, (with a short, very short halt
under that exceptional Germanic king) the history of the West from the day
Roman citizenship lost its meaning and value, this was a revolution — and
what a one! But it was not an act of hostility towards the Jews. It was a
healthy and enlightened reaction against the folly of every “naturalisation to
the extent the latter is an insult to biology; a proclamation of the eternal truth
of blood against the long-accepted but nevertheless shocking lie embodied in
all such man-made regulations as defy it. In other words, it was an act
“against Time”; against the ever-increasing untruth of our Age of Gloom. (The
fact that Jews, and neither Negroes nor Hottentots nor Papuans are
mentioned in Point Four is simply due to the presence of the former as the
only non-Aryan community living in Germany and playing a part in German
life.)
Already in the days of the struggle for power, every National Socialist
fighter called upon the German people not to buy from Jewish shops, not to
believe the newspapers.
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upon with sympathy or at least with indifference; Adolf Hitler’s, with increasing
uneasiness, mistrust, and soon positive hostility. Point Four of the Party
Programme, and all Adolf Hitler’s bold — and so accurate! — statements
about the nefarious part played in world history by the Jews, were quoted
(half the time without their context) and hammered upon as ominous signs of
a regression into “barbarism.” And, although no harm had yet been done to
them, number of Jews residing in Germany left the country of their own
accord, their hearts filled with hatred for that new, free Aryan world which they
felt growing all round them and in spite of theme; for that new world which
they would soon no longer be able to corrupt and to exploit at will. And they
carried their hatred wherever they went and started, by every means within
their reach — every means which hatred can devise and which money can
secure, — a world-wide campaign against National Socialism-already then,
before Adolf Hitler’s rise to power. Any true National Socialist who, at the
time, happened to be living outside Germany anywhere in the wide world
where there exist such things as newspapers, magazines, books, cinemas
and public lectures (wireless sets were not yet so popular as they soon
became) remembers this fact all-too-well.1 Other people, — ninety-nine per
cent of whom were to be, in some way or another, influenced by the Jewish
propaganda, — may not necessarily remember it — a circumstance which
only goes to prove how subtle and clever the latter was.
Every racially-conscious Jew — and every Jew of the world (whether
pure-blooded or not) is racially-conscious — experienced the news of Adolf
Hitler’s legal and perfectly democratic victory in the last Reichstag elections of
the Weimar Republic, and his no less legal and democratic appointment as
Chancellor of the German Reich on the 30th of January 1933, as a personal
insult from the whole German Nation (the overwhelming majority of which
obviously stood behind the National Socialist Leader) and as a defeat of the
Jewish people:
1
I myself spent those years before the Machtübernahme partly in France, partly in Greece, partly
in South India — and remember the atmosphere (and a few incidents in support of what I have
here written) Most vividly.
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their first glaring defeat for many centuries, and an eloquent warning to them.
Everyone was decided to do his best to unsettle that now settled fact of Aryan
rule in Germany (for Adolf Hitler’s rise to power meant, first and foremost,
that) and to destroy at any cost any possibility of German rule in Europe
(which would have meant the end of the long, unseen Jewish domination of
the West, nay, of the Jew’s secret influence in the world.) Hans Grimm has, in
a recent book, quoted the words which a “prominent English-speaking Jew in
Australia” addressed “a well-known German admiral” on the 31st of January,
1933, i.e. the very day after the “Seizure of power”: — ”You have heard that
President Hindenburg has, in accordance with the results of the Reichstag
elections, made the National Socialist Hitler Reich Chancellor. Well, I give
you my word in this connection, and think of me later on: we Jews will do
everything to wipe this fact out of existence!”1
And an organisation was actually founded under the name of
“International Jewish economic Federation to combat the Hitlerite oppression
of Jews,” and, in July, 1933, in Amsterdam, Samuel Untermeyer was elected
president of it. Samuel Untermeyer’s speech in New York, less than a month
later, is the first official] declaration of war on Adolf Hitler’s new Germany.
And, in perfect keeping with the character and purpose of his people — the
very brood of the “Father of lies,”2 — and with the spirit of this Dark Age in
which all natural values are reversed, the Jew calls this war, which is to be
conducted relentlessly, “to the finish” against the young State “against Time,”
a “holy war”... “for the sake of humanity.” And he mentions the “millions of
non-Jewish friends” whose collaboration he knew all-too-well his people could
expect. And he forgets to mention the real and only motives of his campaign:
hatred and fear of any genuine Aryan awakening — the only motives, indeed,
for all the other ones (which he stresses) namely the desire to prevent
“starving and extermination” of Jews, and to “bang the last nail into the coffin
where bigotry and fanaticism are to disappear” were spurious ones. As Hans
Grimm — who never was a follower of Adolf Hitler —
1
Hans Grimm, “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” (edit. 1954), p. 187.
2
The Gospel according to Saint John, 20, verse 44.
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clearly points out, “not a single responsible word had been uttered in
Germany about starving, killing or exterminating (Jews) till after 1938, and not
a single action had been taken in that direction.”1 And the National Socialist
attitude to Jewry before or after 1938 had — and has — anyhow, nothing to
do with “bigotry” or “fanaticism.”
In 1938 — i.e., before the war with Poland — the newly founded State
of Israel officially declared war on Germany, again on behalf of all the Jews of
the world. This second act of open hostility was, like the first, presented as an
answer to Adolf Hitler’s supposed “persecution of the Jews,” which had not
yet begun. It aimed in reality at impressing once more upon the minds of the
Jews far and wide (through the enormous prestige of the State of Israel,
symbol of their unity and centre of their hopes) that National Socialist
Germany, the proud citadel of awakening Aryandom, remained their enemy
number one; their enemy, whatever she did or did not do, simply because she
was the stronghold of those forces which were, are, and always will be the
polar opposite of their collective self. It also aimed at impressing upon the
minds of those “millions of non-Jewish friends” of the Jews (whose obedience
Samuel Untermeyer had so rightly surmised) that the first cry of the people of
Israel — “God’s own people,” according to the sacred book of all Christians,
— out of Palestine, — the “Holy Land” — after two thousand years of silence,
was a curse against “the Nazis,” both “godless” and “inhuman.” (And such a
cry could only be a cry of justice; or at least the “millions of non-Jewish
friends” — Christians; lovers of “man”; haters of all revolutions in the domain
of fundamental values — were expected to believe it was.)
In fact, a lot had been done for the Jewish cause since the first Jews of
Germany — far-sighted people who (also) could afford to travel — had judged
that things were, there, likely to become, one day, too hot for them, and gone
abroad, with their whole fortunes before 1933. A lot had been done, thanks to
the undue, yet almost magical effect of certain empty and yet extremely
popular words such as “mankind,” “freedom,” “Democracy,” etc.; thanks to the
fathomless
1
Hans Grimm, “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” (edit. 1954), p. 187-188.
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gullibility of most people who can read; and thanks to the masterful
suppleness with which the Jews took advantage of both these negative traits
of this end-period of our Dark Age. “Humanity” and “freedom of the individual”
and “respect of the human person” were, in the West, at once linked with
Christianity and with the “cultural tradition of Europe,” dear to all (or supposed
to be.)
As I said, the Jews were not — yet — in the Third Reich, the object of
any particularly drastic measures. They just were no longer legally looked
upon as “Germans.” They were no longer allowed to teach in schools and
Universities, or to finance newspapers for German readers; to be actors,
lawyers, professional musicians, writers, etc., for the German public — i.e., to
influence that which Germans were expected to call art or literature, to
consider as “good” or “bad” or as morally right or wrong. In one word, it was,
now, since the establishment of National Socialist rule, forbidden to them to
poke their noses into the actual life of the country in which they lived but
which never had been and never could be theirs. It was, also, since
September, 1935 — since the proclamation of the admirable Nüremberg
Laws for the preservation of racial purity — forbidden to them to marry
Germans or, by the way, to have, be it outside the bond of marriage, sexual
relations with them. (Under National Socialist rule, abortion was, in the case
of a pure-blooded Aryan child, looked upon as murder and severely punished,
while the yet unborn product of a shameful union was — and rightly so, — to
be destroyed. And a German who, before the Nüremberg Laws, had taken a
Jewess to wife, was either to divorce her or to have her sterilised.) But, as
Hans Grimm says, “these regulations had nothing to do with a malignant Anti-
Semitism.”1 They applied, in fact, not only) to Jews, but to all people of non-
Aryan race, as the systematic sterilisation of the half-German half-Negro
children, shameful traces of the occupation of Germany by African
mercenaries after the first World War, goes to prove. And the Jews should
have been the last people on earth to criticise the new laws, they who,
contrarily to so many better races, have remained faithful to their tribal God,
Jehovah, who — like all tribal gods of all lands and of
1
Hans Grimm, Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” (edit. 1954), p. 188.
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1
See the Old Testament, Ezra, Chap. 9.
2
The actual Jews of Cochin on the Malabar Coast do not marry their correligionists of local blood,
the so-called “black Jews.”
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along with the Christian faith (which indeed it is). The Jews and their “millions
of non-Jewish friends” did not, however, lay stress upon this fact in order to
save Christian love (which, being “above Time,” cannot be threatened) or
historical Christianity (which has played its part, and is dying out, anyhow —
or gradually merging into its natural and logical earthly successor: Marxism)
but merely with a view to hindering by any means the healthy (when tardy)
reaction of the better West against the Forces of decay, — the ruling Forces
of the Dark Age and originators both of the old and of the new form of the
everlasting Jewish lie.
***
In the East, the Jews had to be more subtle. Christianity is, there, less
popular, And there are countries such as India in which a life-centred scale of
values is (theoretically at least) the fundamental one — nay (in India’s own
instance) where a deep-seated belief in the natural hierarchy of races and in
the God-ordained superiority of the Aryan is the belief of millenniums, backed
by the unshakable metaphysical dogma of endless re-birth.
I think it is not superfluous to say, here, a few words about what was
destined, in my humble estimation, to have a decisive bearing upon the turn
events were to take in subsequent years, namely, about the part played in
India by the Jews and their friends during the years before the Second World
War.
Most of those Jews from Germany who, in Bombay, as a rule after
1933, but still — strange as this may seem, — with all their possessions,
poured out of the first class cabins of the great liners, had little knowledge of
the history and religions of Asia in general or of India in particular, and little
desire to bother to acquaint themselves with either. The mysterious sub-
continent of many races, upon which they had landed, then under British rule,
looked anyhow too miserable and powerless to be worth winning over as an
ally in Untermeyer’s “holy war” against the Third German Reich. Its half
starving millions could not possibly have an opinion about anything outside
their own daily struggle for life, least of all about distant nations’ problems.
And in
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admitting they could have, that opinion did not count, for they were poor. But
there were rich and influential Europeans, and a few rich Indians, too, in
whose hands lay the economy of the dumb sub-continent. The Europeans,
mostly Englishmen (or Scotchmen) were white, wore European clothes,
lived in fine houses, had clubs of their own into which Indians were not
admitted, played golf — or bridge — and read newspapers in their spare time.
The Jews from Germany were also white (more or less) and were dressed in
European clothes and could afford to live in fine houses. And, curiously
enough, those proud English merchants and Civil Service officials, who kept
aloof from the Indians, — who looked upon them as “coloured people” even
when they happened to be of Aryan blood and no darker than many an Italian
— were not unwilling to welcome as “Europeans,” despite the obviously non-
Aryan features most of them had, rich men and women of fair or tolerably fair
complexion, who had been “German citizens” till 1933. The cotton and jute
bosses, members of Clubs “for Europeans only,” and the officials themselves,
had little interest in racial characteristics deeper and more significant than
“white” or “coloured.” The spirit of the great Aryan revolution that was taking
place in Europe against all undue acts of “naturalisation” was totally foreign to
them. Had they not already welcomed rich English-speaking Armenian
residents of India — “British subjects” — as fit to enter that exclusive society
— that tropical Europe — which they formed? And not only Armenians, but
also rich English-speaking Jews, some of whom belonged to that titled
nobility of money which is, in Great Britain, slowly displacing the old nobility of
warrior-like merit!1 (Well, Queen Victoria had set the example in granting such
favour to Disraeli, hadn’t she?) ‘Then why not also welcome those
“persecuted” Jews, who had come — first class! — all the way from
Germany, to tell them that Adolf Hitler’s repeated expressions of admiration
for the British Empire as an achievement of the Nordic genius, and his regard
for England, and his desire to live in peace with her, nay, to have her as his
most trusted ally, were all quatsch — a mere trick to gain time
1
Example: Sir David Ezra, resident of Calcutta; and Lord Reading, at one time viceroy of India.
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and that his aim was “world domination” at England’s expense? The cotton
and, jute bosses — simple souls, with a very poor historical background,
despite all their show of pride and power, — believed the Jewish bankers and
night-club owners who spoke of “England’s interest” in the same tone as
Winston Churchill and Sir Robert Vansittart, and who interrupted the boredom
of tropical Europe with juicy descriptions of “Nazi tyranny.” They never
bothered to find out whether the descriptions were true to fact or not. In
tropical Europe, one is lazy... outside business hours; too lazy to think, let
alone to criticise...
Soon the new-comers — every month more numerous — got in touch
with other rich Jews, residents of India, who knew more than they did about
the country, and started planning with them the best contribution they could
bring the “holy war.” And articles expressing doubts about Adolf Hitler’s
sincerity in his dealings with England; articles accusing him of “aggression”
every time some German land, which had been set under foreign
administration by the Versailles Treaty, gladly and peacefully returned to the
Reich; articles presenting him more and more openly as the enemy,
appeared in the Calcutta “Statesman” and other papers in English language
for British and Anglo-Indian readers.
But that is not all. The islands of tropical Europe in Bombay, Calcutta,
Madras, never were India. On the contrary, there was a permanent tension
between India and them who embodied foreign rule and (which was much
worse) a way of life shocking, from the standpoint of a Hindu, in many of its
aspects. In case of war between England and the Third Reich — and nobody
knew better than the Jews that war would one day break out: they were
themselves preparing it — India would (should, logically) stand against
England, that is to say on Germany’s side. The problem for the Jews was to
have English (and Anglo-Indian, — tropical European,) opinion on their side,
without, for all that, setting India herself automatically against them. (There
were Jews who knew better than to underestimate the weight the Hindu
millions could throw into the scale of fate.)
It would have remained an unsolvable problem, had it not been for two
facts: first, India’s own, age-old reaction against Aryan influence — probably
as old as Aryan conquest
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itself, and certainly detectable in all those ancient and modern Indian religions
and teachings of “non-violence,” which either reject the caste system
altogether or rob it of all racial significance; and, in addition to that, among the
official and non official representatives of the Third Reich in India, a
regrettable lack of insight into (and perhaps even an underestimation of) the
other — the Aryan — side of Indian Tradition and the astounding possibilities
that lay within it.
What I have just called “India’s own reaction against Aryan influence” is
nothing else but that deep-rooted reluctance to any struggle “against Time,”
which seems to underlie an enormous amount of Indian experience (and
culture) throughout history. It is anything but aggressively, or even pe4tively,
anti-Aryan — so little so, that some of the most perfect masters in whose
lives, religious teachings or literary works it has found expression, were
Aryans by blood: men of the warrior-like, princely caste — Kshattriyas, —
such as the Buddha or Mahavira, or Brahmins, such as Chaitanya, or, in our
times, the outstanding poet Rabindranath Tagore. It is just the attitude of men
who live or aspire to live “above Time” either because this is the last resort of
whoever carries logical thinking to its end after having lost faith in this earth,
or because it is the spontaneous attitude of peace-loving and life-loving
dreamers, or because it represents, for some sections of humanity, — as I
believe it does for the extraordinarily sensitive and intuitive Dravidian race,
whose masses have always exalted the saints and poets of non-violence,
when not also of renunciation, — the sole natural alternative to purely sensual
life “in Time.” But it is — and has always been, for the two and a half or three
last millenniums at least, — by far the most popular in India, whatever may be
the proper explanation for it from the standpoint of ethnology or psychology,
or both. And it certainly is quite a different thing from that bold philosophy of
action considered as “better than inaction,” and of serene but resolute
acceptance of violence as a necessity of this earthly life in our Age, which
appears to be the most substantial gift of the young Aryan race to the already
old sub-continent, in Antiquity, and which is, no doubt, the other side of
India’s classical Tradition.
This remarkable duality in India’s outlook on life and this tendency of
the older mystical and moral attitude, congenial
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1
Annie Besant, for years President of the Theosophical Society, was elected President of the
Indian National Congress for 1917.
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words, the spirit of all groups which deny or reject the perennial struggle
“against Time” has corrupted to a great extent the conscious strata of the
country. It has taught thousands of Hindus to lie to themselves and to the
world, and to accept only such forms of the Struggle “against Time” as use
moral violence as a weapon (calling it “non-violence,” as Mahatma Gandhi did
— in fact, had to, for the sake of his success in contemporary India) and to
hate any frank acknowledgement of the necessity of material violence in the
service of the Cause of Life no less than any frank acknowledgement of the
life-bound and life-ordained inequality of races and inequality of birthrights-
including the so-called “right” of “all men” to live.
In the end, no doubt, the divine Child — the growing Forces of Light and
Life, will, like in the Hindu legend, kill the poisonous demoness of untruth. But
in the meantime, the poison has gone very far. It has, slowly but steadily, set
before hand thousands of “educated Hindus” against any living —
contemporary — Incarnation of Him Who comes, back, over and over again,
to fight the forces of decay and death and to “establish on earth the reign of
Righteousness,” through openly accepted Dark Age methods — the only
expedient ones in the times in which we live. It has prepared them to swallow
the clever moral and cultural Jewish propaganda of the years before 1939
and all the lies of the following moral and political campaign against National
Socialism and the Third German Reich, to this day. It has enabled the Jews
to win over to their cause, before, during, and after the war, thought-forces
and will-forces which would, otherwise, have worked in support of the Aryan
awakening in the West, or at least remained neutral.
The Jews from Germany who, already before the war, were beginning
to gain credit amidst certain groups of Hindus, were not the same ones as
those who met the rich Europeans — and pro-British Armenians, and Jewish
residents of India, all termed as “British” — in clubs and at bridge parties.
They had less money. Some (so, at least, they said) had even no money at
all, and begged the kind-hearted Hindus to help them to get work, if possible
in their own line. They had “lost everything” — lost, at any rate, their former
right to carry on their job as doctors, lawyers, actors, professors or journalists
in the once so tolerant “Land of thinkers and poets” which
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with the views of “reformed” Hindu leaders. And it was secretly hoped that
some of them — as many as possible — would one day also marry against
the time-honoured custom and the old aspiration towards blood-purity thanks
to which there are, six thousand years after the Aryan settlements of Vedic
days, still Aryans in India. The bitterest enemies of the modern Aryan faith
would undo what the Vedic Aryans had done; destroy, to the extent they
could, the stamp of Aryan rule in Asia.
Thus, in the distant Indian sub-continent, — which should, logically,
have been a bastion of the Aryan forces against the machinations of both —
the less rich Jews played as important a part as their apparently more
influential racial brothers. Silently, — humbly, one could say, — but
relentlessly, they were contributing to the formation of that bastardised world
in which the consciousness of the “dignity of man” is expected to replace
former racial pride; they were dragging whatever they could of India’s better
substance into that world. And they were making themselves popular among
the Hindus — at least among certain Hindus — because they helped them (or
seemed to help them) and because they flattered them. And when, from 1933
and specially from 1935 onwards, — thanks to the Jewish press and literature
and to, the efforts of Mr. Untermeyer’s “millions of non-Jewish friends” —
(Free Masons and such ones) — it became, from one end of the earthly
sphere to the other, more and more obvious that Adolf Hitler was “persecuting
the Jews,” many Hindus among those who had a say in India’s affairs were at
once prepared to look upon him if not — yet — as “a monster,” at any rate as
a dangerous tyrant Jews! — such good and kind people as “Amala Bhen,”
Gandhi’s devoted disciple, whose photo at the side of the prophet of non-
violence every newspaper-reader had seen; or as Miss Gomparst, the
efficient social worker of the Bengal Relief Association, who was (and, as far
as I know, still is) running a children’s home and a dispensary amidst the
slums of North Calcutta; or as that fair-complexioned monk, Govinda, who
wrote learned articles about Buddhist metaphysics and could be seen walking
through the lawns of Shantiniketan in yellow robes, under, an impressive
Burmese parasol!... or as those sympathetic sari-wearing “mem-sahibs” who
gave Hindu names to their half-Indian half-Hebrew children, and had taken to
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Indian ways to such an extent that some of them had even become tolerable
members of “joint families”!1 Really, how could he! — how dared he! May be
the British themselves were also tyrants (and which national-minded Indian
looked upon them as anything else?). But surely they were right when calling
the world — louder and louder — to “stop Hitler.”
Of course, all Hindus were not taken in by the Jews’ clever adaptability
to Indian ways, by their real or supposed interest in “Indian philosophy” and
by their comments upon new Germany. Millions, unable to read, and
completely indifferent to the outside world, were never even aware of the anti-
Nazi campaign of hatred. Some saw through it and despised it. One at least
— a worthy Brahmin little known to the public at large, yet one of the finest
characters of modern Aryavarta, Sri Asit Krishna Mukherji — fought against it
“with tooth and claw” from the start, through the fortnightly magazine “The
New Mercury” which he published in Calcutta from 1935 to 1937 (in
collaboration with the German Consulate), and was, later on, — throughout
and after the war, to this day — to prove his unfailing loyalty to the Aryan
cause. Others, simple folk lacking such political consciousness, and often
illiterate, yet felt that the inspired Western ruler whom so many sahebs
seemed to hate was the one ruler in the world who professed and lived the
doctrine of Detached Action preached in the Bhagavad-Gita. And they
admired him. They related that he had come to replace the Bible by that most
hallowed Book of Aryan Wisdom, among the Aryans of the West. But they
were powerless, the lot of them. Powerless, while isolated; disconnected from
the revolutionary forces of Life at work in the West. The support given to “The
New Mercury” represented practically the only tangible attempt ever made by
the authorities of the Third Reich to collaborate on the ideological plane with
the racially-conscious Aryan minority of India. And I do not know a single
European National Socialist, besides myself, who made it a point to beat the
Jews on their own ground and to try to win over India — including non-Aryan
India — to the Pan-Aryan
1
A “joint family” is, in India, a family in which several brothers all live together — under the same
roof — with their parents, wives and children.
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cause, preaching the modern philosophy of the Swastika — the unity of Life,
within diversity; the divine hierarchy of races; the ideal of blood-purity and the
selfless struggle for the creation of a higher mankind; Adolf Hitler’s wisdom
and that of the ancient Aryan Conquerors of Aryavarta — in Indian dress, in
Indian languages, and from the standpoint of Indian Tradition; presenting his
or her effort as the will to free India from, the influence of the anti-racialist
doctrines of equality: misrepresented Christianity and Islam; and Marxism (all
three, in fact, more or less deeply rooted in Jewish thought.)
***
in Syria, who was no Nazi, and who tolerated the honourable guests more
than he welcomed them. And it was the occasion of valuable personal contact
with several Arab personalities, some of whom were to help Germany during
and, maybe, also after the war, none of whom was, however, powerful
enough to throw the weight of the whole Moslem world on Adolf Hitler’s side,
— a difficult task from the standpoint of Islam, admittedly, for how can, after
all, believers in even a warrior-like faith which any man can join,
wholeheartedly stand for Aryan racialism (or for any racialism, by the way?).
The utmost which the sincerest anti-Jewish Arab — including the Grand Mufti
of Jerusalem — could do, was to be Germany’s political ally against the Jews.
And he was, thereby — in spite of the difference of race — perhaps a step
nearer German National Socialism than even the well-known Indian
nationalist Subhas Chandra Bose or any of Adolf Hitler’s other political allies
against England ever were to be.1 But those thousands of well-meaning but
ill-informed Hindus, Mohammedans, Chinese, Indo-Chinese, Malays, literate
Central Asian steppe-dwellers and “educated” Africans, who were impressed
by the cheap anti-colonialism, preached to them in the name of the “rights of
man” by the international Jew and his friends (specially the Marxists) and
who, on the ground of clever misquotations from and misinterpretations of
“Mein Kampf,” held National Socialism to be a new form of “abominable
imperialism,” were, — unfortunately — more solidly bound to the sinister anti-
Nazi forces, than any of the non-Aryan (nay, than many of the Aryan) friends
of new Germany to the forces of Light and Life. And, I repeat, nothing or
practically nothing was done, to my knowledge, on the part of the official
representatives of the Third Reich, or through the private initiative of full-
fledged European followers of Adolf Hitler (with one individual exception) to
win over those millions of dull, perhaps, but nevertheless existing, and
therefore — in the Invisible realm — to some extent effective human centres
of psychic energy and willpower. (Now, in the one or two European papers
that stand for the real interests of Aryandom, and in the catacomb gatherings
of the German National Socialists of 1955 — the
1
An agreement between Adolf Hitler and England against Russia, at the eleventh hour, would
have sufficed to detach from his alliance those Indians who were merely anti-British without being
Aryan-conscious.
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genuine ones, who stood the test of defeat — it is for the first time openly
proclaimed that colonialism in its old accepted form is incompatible with a true
“ethnic” — völkisch — attitude to, life and to politics. Then, — twenty years
ago, and more, — I was myself, in India, as far as I know, the only European.
National Socialist who stressed that truth, and pointed out, in Adolf Hitler’s
ideological pact with Japan,1 the first step towards the collaboration of the
racially-conscious aristocracy of Aryandom and that of the noblest, non-Aryan
races in the new world that was taking shape under the sign of the Swastika.)
Among the nations of the yellow race, Japan, protected by her
immemorial Shinto philosophy — the East Asiatic equivalent of the National
Socialist cult of Blood and Soil — and by Toyoma’s silent but far-sighted and
far-reaching activity, was, in fact, the only one to escape the infection of anti-
Nazi propaganda more or less entirely. Japan remains, however, a non-Aryan
nation. Her ideological sympathy for that Aryan way of life which a Japanese
was, in 1941, so accurately to characterise as “Western Shintoism,” did not
bind her to Germany in the manner England could have felt herself bound,
had she only been able to shake herself free from the influence of Sir Eyre
Crowe, Sir Robert Vansittart and Winston Churchill etc., and from that of
those hundreds of rich Jews from Germany who positively “invaded” London
and all the large British towns from 1933 to 1939. Japan went her own way —
even though she had, on the 25th of November, 1936, signed the Anti-
Kommintern Pact; even though she was, later on, — on the 27th September,
1940 — to sign an actual Treaty of friendship with Adolf Hitler. Precious as it
was, her alliance stood merely as a “second best” after the long-desired
“English alliance” had — thanks to the atmosphere created in England and
practically all over the world by the Jews and their friends, — revealed itself
as a psychological impossibility.
Germany’s other partner, Fascist Italy, was unreliable, as further history
was so tragically to prove. And the Dark forces “in Time” — the self-same
ones as are embodied in international Jewry — were there, in spite of
Fascism, tremendously active through the Catholic Church: that twin-sister of
Freemasonry
1
The Anti-Kommintern Pact, signed in 1936.
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(shocking as these words may sound to pious Catholics, and contrary as they
may be to all public statements, both of the Catholic leaders and of the
Masters of the Lodges, concerning the separation of the two organisations,
nay, their mutual hostility). The one powerful man in Rome with whose
unfailing collaboration Adolf Hitler could reckon absolutely — Mussolini, his
personal friend, — was not Fascist Italy; and was, in fact, less powerful than
he looked. And Fascism itself was not National Socialism, contrarily to what
so many haters of both seem to think. It was a political — and economical —
system; not a more-than-political creed; and it inspired a Movement of
practical and immediate — of time-bound — significance, not one of cosmic
scope. It did not lay stress upon the all-important idea of race and the ideal of
racial purity as National Socialism does.
In other words, notwithstanding the Anti-Kommintern Fact and her
further bond with Italy and Japan, National Socialist Germany was practically
alone; alone at least in the invisible realm of quality and purpose — of
aspiration and willpower and meaning; in that realm of “energy” in which
material happenings are mysteriously but mathematically — unavoidably —
determined; the only Aryan power as conscious of its natural mission as the
leading agents of the Dark forces — the Jews — were (and are) of theirs; the
only Aryan State “against Time.” More so: the Führer and, I would not say
“the men of his entourage” (for there were, among these, persons of different
shades of National Socialist orthodoxy and also of different degrees of
loyalty), but “his true disciples” (whether they were to be found in his
immediate entourage or elsewhere) were alone: a minority in Germany itself,
despite Adolf Hitler’s immense popularity, and, in the world at large, an
unbelievably small number of dedicated revolutionaries, at arms against both
the obvious and the deeper characteristics of this end-period of the Dark Age.
The Jews had, on the other hand, — thanks to the untruth into which
the West and the East have been sinking for centuries; thanks to that silly
superstition of “man” which has everywhere replaced healthy reverence of the
Divine as manifested within all life but specially within the “hero like unto the
Gods” — the whole world more or less on their side; “passively” on their side,
when not “actively.” The Christian Churches and
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anticlerical Freemasonry; the Communists and all those who still stand for
bourgeois Capitalism; the gullible pacifists and the cleverest of all war-
mongers; all internationalists and all anti-German (or anti-European) short-
sighted nationalists were gradually to coalesce with them, in the name of
“humanity,” against the more-than-human Wisdom embodied in the
revolutionary State “against Time.”
This astounding success of the Dark Forces was due — partly, — no
doubt, to the suppleness of their agents who, like Paul of Tarsus — one of the
most remarkable of them in world history, — acted “as Greeks with the
Greeks and as Jews with the Jews.” (One should give the devil his due and
admit that he — the Lord of the sinister Powers — is a businessman of
genius, and that his children take after him!) The main and deeper cause of
their victory lies however in the fact that, in this last period of the Dark Age,
this world belongs more and more irredeemably to the forces of deceit; in the
fact that this is their time par excellence — to which the last Man “against
Time (Whom the Hindus call “Kalki”) can alone put an end — and their
domain, slowly conquered through lies and trickery in the course of
millenniums; their domain, which Kalki alone can win back to the Powers of
Light and Life; and that Adolf Hitler was not “Kalki”; — not “the” one; the last
one. He knew it, being, however, the one-before-the-last Embodiment of Him
Who comes back. And he admitted it in his own way, as early at least as
1928, in that significant conversation of his with Hans Grimm, which I have
already mentioned.
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In November 1938, i.e., after the Munich Agreement, and before the
developments that were to lead to the Second World War, Oswald Pirow,
then Defence Minister of the South African Union, paid a visit, on behalf of
General Smuts, both to Chamberlain and to Adolf Hitler. He was to mediate in
order to bring about a lasting understanding between England and Germany.
In the report which he published, in 1951, about his undertaking, under the
title “Was the Second World War unavoidable?”, one reads these most
enlightening sentences “Already through my first conversation with
Chamberlain it became clear to me why the two governments did not
understand each other. It was not lack of good will on the part of
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Chamberlain: the latter had made his whole future political career dependent
upon an understanding with Germany, and he was ready to make great
concessions to that end. But, between Chamberlain’s good will and positive
reality, stood, as firm as a rock, the Jewish question. The British Prime
Minister had to reckon with a party — his own Conservative Party — and
specially with a public that world-wide Jewish propaganda had influenced to
the utmost. Unless this agitation could be cooled down, concessions to
Germany were unthinkable for Chamberlain” ... “The factors which stood
against Chamberlain’s peace policy were: the world-wide propaganda of the
Jews, bitter beyond all measure; the political selfishness of Churchill and of
his followers, the half-Communist tendencies of the Labour Party, and the
war-mongery of the British chauvinists, encouraged by German traitors. In
November 1938, this remarkable coalition had not yet succeeded in
shattering Chamberlain’s political position, as it was to later on. But it had
convinced the British public that Adolf Hitler was the greatest persecutor of
man of all times, and that any pactising with him could only lead to further
humiliation.”1
And, I repeat — for this can never be, now-a-days, sufficiently stressed,
up till then, the Jews in the Third Reich had not been persecuted. Eugen
Kogon himself, — that fanatical hater of National Socialism if there ever was
one, admits, in the virulent book — “The S.S. State” — which he published in
1946 against the Hitler regime, that up to November 1938 there had only
been “individual instances” of molestation of Jews within new Germany. And,
which is more, Adolf Hitler had no intention whatsoever of “persecuting” — let
alone of “exterminating” — the nefarious foreigners whom he knew to be the
agents of Germany’s defeat in 1918 and the deadliest enemies of her people
and of Aryan mankind as a whole. He had — unfortunately! — allowed
thousands of them to leave the country with all their property. And he was
prepared to arrange for them all to go, taking with them that much of their
money as could suddenly be withdrawn from Germany without tragic
consequences for German economy.1 He was
1
Oswald Pirow, “Was the Second World War unavoidable?” (quoted by H. Grimm, in “Warum?
Woher? aber Wohin?” p. 192).
2
Jewish property in Germany was estimated a thousand million pounds.
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not unaware of the mischief they could work against Germany, once abroad.
The world-wide propaganda which those of them who had already emigrated
were financing, was too obvious for him not to have known of it. But he was
generous. And he believed in the loyalty of his own people, whom he loved.
And he trusted the strength of that splendid German youth that was growing
under his eyes, full of faith in him and in his eternal ideals; full of the will to
live as a dedicated élite in the service of the latter, and ready to die, if
necessary, so that new Germany might live. He knew that, provided they
stood like one man behind him, and stuck to his principles, the German
people had nothing to fear from the outer world. He did not know how many
influential traitors of German blood were already in the service of the Dark
forces, — against him, and against their own people, — nor how far Jewish
influence was at work, secretly, subtly, (and all the more efficiently) through
the occult bodies that he had forbidden (Freemasonry and all societies
affiliated to it) and through the Christian Churches, in Germany herself. His
constructive plans — in the biological, social, economic and cultural, not to
say also religious, spheres — which could indeed only lead to the invincibility
of the German Reich, needed time to be carried out. The eternal truths he
preached (after one and a half thousand years of false doctrine) needed time
to become once more, first among the Germans, and then among all people
of Nordic blood, undisputed, self-evident articles of popular faith.... The Dark
Forces were determined anyhow not to leave Adolf Hitler time — nor peace.
Working from all sides, they did their best to make a permanent
understanding between England and Germany impossible, in particular, to
prevent all further personal contact between Adolf Hitler and Neville
Chamberlain: the one development which, according to Oswald Pirow, might
have, still at the eleventh hour, changed the whole atmosphere (and that, too,
provided Chamberlain managed to remain in power.) It looked, for a time, as
though they would, in spite of all, not succeed. Then, suddenly, an apparently
unexpected — in fact, cleverly prepared — incident came to their rescue: an
attaché of the German Legation in Paris, von Rath, was, on the 7th of
November, 1938, for no accountable reason at all, murdered by a Jew.
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This was not the first act of provocation on the part of the sworn
enemies of the Third Reich as the leading power of regenerate Aryandom.
Some time before, Gustlow, Landesleiter of the N.S.D.A.P. in Switzerland,
had also fallen the victim of a Jewish murderer. And there were the daily
insults of the Jewish press of the whole world, against all that the Germans
held sacred. And there was Untermeyer’s formal declaration of war — on
mendacious grounds — already in August 1933. This was but “the last straw”
which “broke the camel’s back.” Up till then, the many and varied — louder
and louder — expressions of Jewish hostility to Germany had, save for a few
bloodcurdling articles (and eloquent caricatures) in “Der Stürmer,” remained
without an answer. This provocation roused, throughout the Third Reich, an
uproar of indignation, taking advantage of which some of the most impulsive
among the leaders of the National Socialist fighting formations organised, in
the night of the 8th to the 9th of November, under the direction of no lesser a
man than Dr. Goebbels, what is known as the “Kristallnacht”: breaking up of
Jewish shops, burning down of synagogues, with all the rough handling of
individual Jews that one can imagine; from evening to dawn, all over
Germany, a proper orgy of Jew-baiting. The next day, the Führer burst out in
righteous indignation at the news of this useless and anything but detached
violence, the repercussion of which he could well foresee. I have already1
quoted the words he addressed Dr. Goebbels: “You people have thrust back
National Socialism and spoilt my work for many years, when not for good,
through this nonsense!”
His unmitigated disapproval of the pogrom did not, however, hinder or
lessen the explosion of hatred which the news of it provoked in the whole
world. It was surely not the first time in history that the murder of a man — in
fact, of two men, — in high position, at the hands of a foreigner, had be came
the occasion of tough reprisals against the murderer’s compatriots.2 Up till
then, unconcerned nations had generally kept aloof from such affairs. But this
time, the murderer’s compatriots were Jews. And in this Jew-ridden world of
the
1
See above, p. 226.
2
For example, the scenes of violence that took place in Lyons against Italians, after an Italian,
Caserio, had murdered Carnot, President of the French Republic, in 1905.
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end of the Dark Age, whatever is done to Jews is the whole world’s business.
Not only did the Jews literally “foam with rage” (to quote O. Pirow’s words),
but the newspaper-reading population of the most varied lands reacted as
though the most horrible event within ten thousand years had just taken place
under their eyes. In England and in U.S.A. “public opinion” — so important, in
Democracies! — flared up in an anti-Nazi outcry and thundered against all
collaboration with the Third German Reich — that exponent of “barbarism” in
the midst of our “civilised” century! The British Ambassador in Berlin was
called back “to report about the happenings.” Chamberlain’s position was
shattered, the days of his political career, numbered. Oswald Pirow’s official
mission to Berlin as a mediator was now out of question. And the unofficial
journey which he undertook there — in agreement with Chamberlain, in spite
of all, — was before hand stamped with the sign of failure. By the time
Oswald Pirow came back to London to tell the British Premier of Adolf Hitler’s
unaltered good will, and readiness to treat with England, “Chamberlain’s
position had become so difficult that he dared not take the initiative of
approaching Hitler.”1 The two men, whose collaboration could, according to
Oswald Pirow, “have saved Europe” were never to see each other again. On
the other hand, the American ambassador in Berlin was recalled on the 13th
of November, 1938, and diplomatic relations between U.S.A. and Germany,
suspended. The Second World War, — for which, as we shall see, the U.S.A.
bear the responsibility at least as much as England herself, if not even more
— was now unavoidable. Maybe, it was not yet clear which local conflict
would become the occasion and the pretext of it. But it was already certain
that nothing could prevent it.
***
1
Oswald Pirow, “Was the Second World War unavoidable?”
2
He had reached the “32nd degree” of initiation — the very highest which any man who is not of
Jewish blood can reach in that world brotherhood.
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lasting Dark Forces “in Time” — the self-same ones that were already
building up, in Russia and beyond Russia, Marxist Eurasia, — took over the
government of the United States of America.
Knowing this, it is interesting to follow from the start the signs of
increasing hostility which the U.S.A. showed National Socialist Germany: at
first, mere acts of unfriendliness — full support of the French standpoint
against the German, in every Disarmament Conference; and the dispatch of a
notorious hater of Germany, William Dodd, to Berlin, as American
Ambassador — then, on the 5th of April 1937, Roosevelt’s well-known
“Quarantine” speech in Chicago against the “aggressive” authoritarian States:
Japan, Italy, Germany, but not Soviet Russia; then, in early 1938, his plea for
intensified armament (to “defend the world” against an eventual “return to
barbarism,” as the American newspapers stressed); then, the break of
diplomatic relations which I have mentioned, and the feverish activity of both
the American Ambassadors in London and in Paris in order to bring about
war between England (with France at her side) and the Third Reich — war at
any cost; war before National Socialism (cosmic Wisdom applied to modern
political and more-than-political problems) had time to make the Third Reich
invulnerable.
“In the U.S.A. powerful forces had been at work for a long time, urging
the country to wage war on Germany,” writes J. von Ribbentrop in his
Memoirs.1 And he shows, as plainly and clearly as can be, from official
documents seized by the Germans in Warsaw and in Paris, — in particular,
from the reports full of “very enlightening details” dispatched by the Polish
Ambassador in Washington, Count Jerzy Potocki, to his Government, — that,
as early as spring 1939, President Roosevelt had already, to a great extent,
completed his preparations in view of America’s participation in a coming war
against Germany”2 and that he had decided “not to take part in the war from
the start but to bring it to an end, after England and France would have begun
it.”3 William C. Bullitt, the U.S.A. Ambassador in Paris and his London
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 165.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 165-166.
3
Report of the 16th Jan. 1939 (from Count Jerzy Potocki). Report 1-F-10, Feb. 1939 (from
Lukasiewicz, Polish Ambassador in Paris).
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1
Report 3/SZ tjn 4 of the 16th Jan. 1939 (Count Jerzy Potocki).
2
Same report 3/SZ tjn 4, of the 16th Jan. 1939, dispatched from the Polish Embassy in
Washington.
3
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 148.
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that the artificial Czechoslovakian State was breaking up from within, (though
the sheer unwillingness of its elements to pull together), Hacha, its President,
and Chwalkowsky, its foreign Minister, and the whole Czechic Government,
which Hacha had consulted, were in agreement with Adolf Hitler’s decision to
declare “Bohemia and Moravia” a “Protectorate of the Reich” and to send
German troops to occupy the land. “Not a word of protest was raised on
behalf of the Czechs, and Hacha gave instructions that the German Army
should be received with friendliness.”1
The only protest came, on the 18th of March, from Paris and from
London — three days after Chamberlain had clearly declared before the
Chamber of Commons that the happenings were in no way a violation of the
Munich Agreement, and that Great Britain could anyhow riot deem herself
bound to defend the existence of a State which had from within broken to
pieces. The British and French ambassadors were called back from Berlin “to
report upon the situation.” And in U.S.A. and in all countries vehement
newspaper articles and radio comments stressed once more the necessity of
“stopping Hitler” in the interest of the “free world.” The sincere indignation of
millions of people of all races was systematically roused and directed against
the Third German Reich, bringing the world another step nearer the war
which the Dark forces were preparing.
The long tension between Germany and Poland — another
consequence of the nonsensical situation created by the Versailles Treaty, —
was, ultimately, to lead to war. It could have come to an end through an
honourable agreement. And Adolf Hitler had done everything within his power
so that it might. The proposals he had made to Poland, through the Polish
Ambassador Lipski, in view of an honest treaty of good neighbourhood, were
not merely reasonable but generous. Admittedly, he had insisted that Danzig
— that old German town — should be recognised as part and parcel of the
German Reich. But he was, on the other hand, prepared to give up all claims
upon the “corridor” linking Poland to the sea through German territory,
provided an extra-territorial autobahn, and an extra-territorial railway of
several lines, running through it, would assure the undisturbed connection of
East Prussia
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 150.
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with the rest of the Reich. And he offered the Poles an extra-territorial road
and railway of their own, as well as a free port, in the Danzig region.1 The one
fact that stood in the way of further negotiations between him and the Polish
Government (despite the failure of J. von Ribbentrop’s mission to Warsaw in
January 1939) was England’s sudden “guarantee” of the integrity of the
Polish frontiers as they had been fixed by the Versailles Treaty. From a report
sent by Raczynski, the Polish Ambassador in London, to his Government, on
the 29th of March 1939, and found in Warsaw by the Germans during the
Poland campaign in the autumn of the same year, it is clear that England’s
promise of help in case of “attack” on Poland (i.e. England’s promise to
declare war on Germany — and to start a world war — if Germany were to
occupy Danzig) “was given him, orally at any rate, as early as the 24th of
March.” On the 26th of March — two days later — Lipski, the Polish
Ambassador in Berlin, handed over to J. von Ribbentrop a “Memorandum” in
which he rejected in the name of his Government all the suggestions
Germany had made concerning Danzig and the “corridor.” “Any further
attempt to bring the German plans to materialisation, and specially any further
attempt to incorporate Danzig into the Reich, means war with Poland”
declared he.2 On the 6th of April, the Polish foreign Minister Beck signed in
London, with England and France, a “temporary agreement” which was soon
to be replaced by the permanent Pact which everyone remembers.
That Pact, directed against Germany alone and not against any other
possible “aggressor” of Poland, was England’s moral excuse, — and the
German occupation of Danzig, the occasion England chose — for declaring
the Second World War. In reality, however, as so many documents published
after the war abundantly prove, England’s “guarantee of the integrity of
Poland’s frontiers” had been dictated to her (as Poland’s own stubbornness in
the Danzig question, to
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 155-156.
Adolf Hitler’s final proposals were that a plebiscite should take place in the “Corridor,” and that the
State that the population would not choose to belong to — be it Poland or Germany — would
receive in compensation an extra-territorial autobahn and a railway through the contested area.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 162.
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Poland) by the pack of Jews and of slaves of Jewry which had been ruling the
U.S.A. ever since Roosevelt’s election to presidency.1 It had no meaning and
no purpose other than that of being the best thinkable pretext for a second
World War against Germany. The real cause of the second World War was
and remains the hatred of the Jews and of their “millions of non-Jewish
friends” and willing or unwilling tools — the hatred of every simpleton who
had been impressed by the Jewish lies — for the Man and for the State
“against Time” who embodied the true Aryan spirit, and were the forerunners
of a world-wide Aryan awakening.
***
The only thing Adolf Hitler could do in order to avoid the complete
encircling of Germany was, indeed — in spite of the profound differences that
had, from the beginning, opposed National Socialism and Marxism, — to turn
to Russia. He had no choice.
Had it not been for England’s nonsensical attitude towards him and his
people — nay, for the actual madness which she had succeeded in breathing
into political life, under the constant pressure of Roosevelt’s agents, — it may
be that he “would have fought Russia without any later conflict with
England,”2 as Joe Kennedy, the American Ambassador in London, himself
seems to have believed. It may be, I say, for the young Reich needed space
for its growing population; and also because there was no possible co-
existence of true National Socialism and of its sharp and ruthless contrary,
true Marxism, for ever.
As things stood, the Führer was compelled to accept that co-existence
for the time being, so that he might try to hold back in 1939 that which was
fated to take shape in 1941, namely: the formidable coalition of capitalism
and Marxism (or rather, of the Jew-ridden Western plutocracies and of the
also Jew-ridden Soviet State) against Germany, the fortress of National
Socialism and the hope of awakening Aryandom. One may deplore the fact
that he could not accept it or, at any rate, that it did not last, for a longer span
of time: no external force could have shattered the mighty bloc formed by
1
See Professor Charles Callan Tansill’s “Back Door to War” (Chicago, 1952). Also “The Forrestal
Diaries” (New York, 1951), p. 121.
2
“The Forrestal Diaries” (New York, 1951), p. 121. Quoted by J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen
London und Moskau,” p. 168.
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***
This chapter is not a history of the Second World War, but merely a
humble attempt at detecting and pointing out, in the light of cosmic evolution,
the unseen but all-important — the real — factors behind the succession of
events. Many of the facts themselves, purposely suppressed by the Allies at
the time of the Nüremberg Trial, have, since then, been mentioned by
soldiers and diplomats — Germans and others, — in
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1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 200.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 201.
3
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 213.
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the Allied tactics of 1915-1916; not even the “attack” on Russia, on the 22nd
of June 1941, — was taken in a spirit of “aggression,” but that all were
motived (and justified) by previous and easily traceable marks of gratuitous
hostility on the part of Germany’s alleged “victims.”
“God knows I have striven for peace!” declared the Führer before the
German Reichstag, in that memorable speech of the 4th of May 1941, in
which he left no doubts about the reasons that had compelled him to order
the occupation of Greece. “God knows I have striven for peace! But when a
Master Halifax sarcastically states that everyone agrees that I have, and
boasts of the fact that we were forced into war as of a special triumph of
British statesmanship, I can, in answer to such wickedness, do nothing else
but protect the interests of the Reich by all means which are, thank God, at
our disposal !”1
Whatever may be the comments of propaganda in the service of the
Dark forces, dispassionate history — nay, the merciless logic of life itself,
which underlies that endless net of causes and consequences which history
describes — will one day confirm these words of the one-before-the-last
divine Man “against Time.” The everlasting Powers — the Shining Ones, Who
worked through him, and the very Powers of Darkness and Death, the
Powers “in Time,” whom he fought, knew that he was right; knew that the
interest of his young Reich was and remains the interest of higher Creation.
But, as I said before, practically the whole world was coaxed into believing
him to be a deceiver and a tyrant. And not merely the sheepish average man,
who does not think, and who takes all he reads in his morning paper for
Gospel truth, but many an otherwise remarkable person, who should have
known better, was taken in by the accusation of “wanton aggression” brought
against Germany and the broader (and vaguer) accusation of “inhumanity”
brought against the proud new Creed of the Swastika. Such an outstanding
man as Gandhi, — a rare blending of business-like shrewdness and saintly
aspirations, — declared at the outbreak of the war that his sympathy lay with
England and Trance “from a purely humanitarian standpoint.” And in the
resolution which the All-India Congress Committee
1
Adolf Hitler’s Reichstag speech, 4th of May, 1941.
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passed at Wardha, on the 8th of August 1942, insisting upon the withdrawal
of British rule from India, it was stated that “a free India would assure success
in the struggle against Nazism, Fascism and Imperialism,” and that “free
India” (whose provisional Government was immediately to be formed, in case
of non-compliance with the withdrawal demand) would “be an ally of the
United Nations.” Buttressed by Gandhi’s moral authority, such declarations as
these determined the attitude of millions of men towards Adolf Hitler and
National Socialism. They wrought incalculable mischief.
The wonder is not that, less than five years after Adolf Hitler’s splendid
Leibstandarte — glorious foreshadowing of the Golden Age mankind of his
dreams, — had marched along the Avenue des Champs Elysées in
conquered Paris, National Socialist Germany was forced to capitulate
“unconditionally.” The wonder is that, facing practically alone the frenzied
hatred of the whole earthly sphere, she resisted its assaults as long as she
did. The wonder is that, in spite of the enemy’s open fury and secret
machinations; in spite of the impact of the Red Army (as fanatically convinced
of its “truth” as every German soldier of his); in spite of the traitors on the front
and at home (all of them, from the anti-Nazi diplomats and generals and
princes of the Church — the men of the 20th of July, and Dibellius, and von
Gallen, Archbishop of Münster, and the sinister theologian Bohnenhöffer and
all the leading Freemasons — down to the humblest simple squeamish old
woman who was horrified at her grandson’s harshness towards the “poor
Jews”); in spite of the two gigantic hostile power-blocs — the Communist
world and the Capitalist world — closing in, tighter upon her, every day,
National Socialist Germany did not capitulate earlier. The wonder is that her
armies marched as far as they did into so many conquered lands; and that
they and the German people kept their faith in Adolf Hitler till the end and —
to a great extent — despite ten years of systematic “re-education,” after the
end, to this very day.
***
Not only had Adolf Hitler done all he possibly could to avoid war, but he
did everything he possibly could to stop it. Again and again — first, in October
1939, immediately after the victorious end of the Polish campaign; then, on
the 22nd of
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June 1940, immediately after the truce with defeated France — he held out
his hand to England; not the hand of a supplicant, still less that of a man
afraid, but that of a far-sighted and generous victor whose whole life was
centred around a creative idea, whose programme was a constructive
programme, and who had no quarrel with the misled blood-brothers of his
own people, nay, who saw in them, despite their hatred of his name, his
future friends and collaborators.
And nearly a month before his second peace offer to England, the
Führer had already given the Nordic sister-nation a tangible sign of his
generosity — nay, of his friendship, in spite of all, in the midst of the bitterest
struggle — and such an extraordinary one that history-writers have not
hesitated to characterise it as “a wonder.” The Allied armies — the British
Expeditionary Corps and a remnant of the French troops, — were fleeing
towards Dunkirk as fast as they possibly could before the German advance;
fleeing from the Germans towards the sea. And the German Commander in
Chief, General von Brauchitsch had, on the 23rd of May, given the order to
press them in from all sides and take the lot of them prisoners before they
had time to embark. It was, from the military point of view — and from the
normal political point of view; from the point of view of immediate success, —
the thing to do. But Adolf Hitler appeared unexpectedly at General von
Rundstedt’s Headquarters in Charleville, and cancelled the order of attack on
Dunkirk. The German armoured divisions — the “A” Heeresgruppe, as well as
the “D” Heeresgruppe, which was, under General von Bock, pressing towards
Dunkirk from the East, — where to slow down their speed and leave ten
kilometres between their foremost ranks and the fleeing enemy. These
counter-orders, “that held back the German advance for two days, and gave
the British time to bring home safe and sound the most valuable section of
their army,” are utterly ununderstandable unless one boldly admits that they
were dictated by considerations which exceed by far the domain of “politics”
no less than that of strategy; considerations not of a statesman but of a seer.
The generals did not know what to think, but they obeyed: orders were
orders.
1
Kleist, “Auch du warst dabei,” p. 278 (Quoted by Hans Grimm, “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?”
edit. 1954, p. 364-365).
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1
Hans Grimm, “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” (edit. 1954), p. 367.
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 440.
3
Hans Grimm, “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” (edit. 1954), p. 367.
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1
It is now proved that England began her mass-bombing of civilian populations on the 11th of May
1940; see on that point Spaight’s book — “Bombing vindicted.”
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before the dead, before the living and before the yet unborn was... a cell in
the Tower of London (and, later on, in Nüremberg, and finally in Spandau, to
this day) for the daring self-appointed messenger of peace. England’s answer
to all the understanding and friendliness that National Socialist Germany had
showed her from the very beginning, her answer to Adolf Hitler’s sincere
profession of faith in Anglo-German collaboration; her answer to his unheard-
of generosity at Dunkirk was... war to the finish: hundreds and thousands of
bombers — one wave after the other, in tight formations — pouring night after
night (and often in the day-time) streams of fire and brimstone over the
German towns, and on the other hand — illimited, enthusiastic aid to Soviet
Russia, no sooner Adolf Hitler had declared war on her. England’s answer to
the German Führer’s repeated plea for honest pan-European anti-bolshevistic
solidarity rooted in the consciousness of common Aryan blood (or of a high
proportion of it at least) resounded in Churchill’s jubilation at the news of the
“second front,” thanks to which the German forces were now divided.
Churchill — the Anti-Communist, but still wilder Anti-Nazi, — declared: “The
cause of Soviet Russia is now the cause of every Englishman.” England’s
answer was, in August 1941, the Atlantic Charta, — an open alliance with the
main tool of Jewry in U.S.A., President Roosevelt, who (although the U.S.A.
were not yet at war with Germany) now ordered actual firing at every German
ship the Americans met on the high seas. England’s answer was two years
later, the Yalta, and then the Potsdam Agreements between Churchill,
Roosevelt and Stalin: the sinister coalition of the Western plutocracies and of
the Marxist Empire — of all the forces “in Time,” — against National Socialist
Germany; the cold-blooded planning of Germany’s dismemberment and
enslavement for ever; and the relentless advance, of the crusaders of hatred
from the East and from the West, until their two hosts of hundreds of
thousands, in one of which there were Englishmen, had met and merged into
each other over the martyred Land. England’s answer was, through British
accusers along with others, the shameful distortion of history in the
Nüremberg Trial, the condemnation of the peace-maker Rudolf Hess for
“crime against peace,” and the prolongation of the whole propaganda of
infamy against both
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the National Socialist doctrine and the German Nation, to this day.
Maybe, the Jew-ridden United States of America have, under the
Freemason Franklin Roosevelt, played an even greater part than that of
England in the preparation, conduct and gruesome conclusion of the Second
World War. But England is the nation to which Adolf Hitler had, over and over
again, the most sincerely, the most appealingly held out his hand, in the
name of the natural brotherhood of Nordic blood, in the name of the peaceful
regeneration of the West. Her crime against him, against his people, against
herself and the whole Aryan race, is therefore greater than that of any other
of the Allies of 1945. And nothing — absolutely nothing — can ever make
good for it.
***
It is, as I said before, a tragedy, that the unnatural but, for the sake of
immediate expediency, brilliantly conceived alliance of Germany, Soviet
Russia and Japan did not endure at least till the war with England — and, if
necessary, with the U.S.A., — was brought to a victorious end. But, whatever
many people (and, more specially, the sympathisers of Communism) may
think, it is not through Adolf Hitler’s fault that it did not. Russia — not
Germany — first broke the Pact of August 1939. She broke it in her haste to
expand westwards and southwards, towards the Baltic coast and towards the
Balkans and the Mediterranean (the Adriatic and the Aegean Sea); in other
words, in the resumption of her old tendency to Pan-Slavism, be it at the
expense even of non-Slav populations. Or perhaps would it be more accurate
to state that the coalesced forces of world-Jewry, nearly as powerfully
represented in Soviet Russia as in the U.S.A., used that old Russian
tendency (as they had used England’s short-sighted chauvinism and
commercial jealousy) in order to reach their own end: the encirclement and
destruction of National Socialist Germany — which was Adolf Hitler’s
personal opinion.1
The occupation of the Baltic States2 and their final in
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 242.
2
Lithuania, — including the part of it designed, in the Pact, as German “sphere of interests” — in
June 1940, and, soon afterwards, Lettonia and Estonia.
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corporation into the Soviet Union on the 3rd, 5th, and 6th of August 1940,
contrarily to Stalin’s agreement with J. von Ribbentrop “not to change the
inner structure” of such lands as he would take into his “sphere of interests”;
the Russian occupation of the whole of Bessarabia — including North
Bukovina, with its mainly German population; — and then, the exorbitant
conditions which Molotov put, (during his visit to Berlin in November 1940) to
Russia’s proposed adhesion to the Axisl and, last but not least, the support
which Stalin gave Simovitch and the other members of the anti-German
conspiracy who, in March 1941, seized power in Yugoslavia, and soon
declared war on Germany, all contributed to renew and, gradually, to increase
to the breaking point the tension which the Pact signed on the 23rd of August
1939 had temporarily suppressed between the Third Reich and the leaders of
the Marxist Empire. The last interference, immediately following the signature
in Vienna of the treaty which was to make Yugoslavia a member of the Axis,
was particularly resented by the Führer as an act of hostility.2 It certainly was,
both in fact and in spirit, a flagrant violation of the Pact of 1939.
It is, however, Adolf Hitler’s refusal to accept Molotov’s conditions in
November 1940, which made that unfriendly Communist interference
possible, by cancelling all hopes of closer collaboration with Soviet Russia.
The truth is that such collaboration could only have lasted as long as political
(and more specially, strategical) necessities were sufficiently compelling to
overshadow the profound opposition between the two regimes, nay, between
the two faiths, of new Russia and new Germany: Marxism, and its contrary,
National Socialism. It could hardly have been expected to endure more than a
short time after a victorious conclusion of the war with the Western slaves of
world-Jewry. The problem was, at most, how to make it endure till then. And
the only practical way, to make it endure was to give in — for the time, at
least, — on all the line; to accept the Russian Ambassador’s conditions
without even discussing them.
Exorbitant as they were, those conditions: — withdrawal of all German
troops from Finland; conclusion of an additional
1
See Chester Wilmet’s book: “The Struggle for Europe,” (1952).
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 225.
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pact between Russia and Bulgaria (i.e., gradual absorption of Bulgaria into
the Marxist Empire); strategical basis on the Bosphorus and Dardanelles to
be granted to Russia; recognition of a Soviet sphere of influence South of the
Caucasus; and Japan’s renunciation of her privileges in North Sakhalin —
may well seem to-day, to many an average observer, be he himself a sincere
National Socialist, ridiculously mild in comparison with the terrible
consequences of the disaster of 1945. Apparently — one is, retrospectively,
tempted to think, — was it not worth while accepting even such conditions,
rather than running the risk of opening a second front, and what a gigantic
one?
The right answer — the only answer — to that question, is: “From a
purely political (or military) standpoint — from the standpoint of immediate
necessity, regardless of further consequences, — yes; it was, no doubt; from
the more-than-political standpoint of the selfless seer — i.e., “in the interest of
the universe,” to use the language of the immemorial Book of Aryan Wisdom,
the Bhagavad-Gita, the spirit of which is, in our times, embodied in genuine
National Socialism, — no, and a thousand times no.
It is notable that, by choosing war with Russia instead of a Russian
alliance at the expense of Finland and Bulgaria and all the countries menaced
by the undue expansion of the Marxist Empire (ultimately, at the expense of
the whole world) Adolf Hitler acted, as he had already in several important
circumstances, against the suggestions of his entourage, and not merely of
most of his generals, but also of his Foreign Minister, J. von Ribbentrop, who
had signed the Pact of August 1939. “During these months” (preceding the
declaration of war on Russia) says the latter, in his Memoirs, “I missed no
opportunity of trying to bring about a definitive Germano-Russian alliance, in
spite of all. I believe I would have reached that goal, whatever might have
been the difficulties, had it not been for the opposition of the two philosophies,
opposition on account of which no foreign policy could be carried out. First
from an ideological point of view, and then because of Russia’s attitude,
because of her military preparations coupled with her demands, the vision of
an enormous danger imposed itself upon Adolf Hitler’s mind. In addition to
that, the news of Anglo-Russian conversations, of
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Sir Stafford Cripps’ visit and of his negotiations with the Kremlin Government,
acted upon, him in a disquieting manner.”1
In other words, the Führer took the terrible risk of a second front rather
than become — and make the German people, in whose name he was
conducting the war — responsible for such an expansion of Soviet influence
as, even after a complete German victory in the West, would automatically
have placed half the world under the control of the mighty citadel of Marxism.
He acted in full consciousness of Germany’s natural mission as bulwark both
of the Aryan race and of the eternal Aryan values, rooted in the race, against
every possible threat of the Forces of disintegration, be it from the East or
from the West. Such a threat was, in June 1941, admittedly more apparent in
the West than in the East; Russia was preparing herself for war, but England
was at war with the Third German Reich. Nay, it was becoming more and
more obvious that the U.S.A. would soon join the struggle on England’s side.
And the Führer knew in what danger Germany would be, when America and
Russia would “simultaneously throw in against her the whole bulk of their
power.”2 Yet, he knew also that a Russian alliance, sealed through his
acceptance of the co-existence of a National Socialist Germany — be it of a
National Socialist Europe, — and of a tremendous Marxist Empire stretching
from the Aegian Sea to the Bering Straits, would be, in the long run, no
guarantee against the absorption of Aryan man into that ugly, raceless and
characterless sub-humanity typical of the end of this Dark Age. He knew it
precisely because, being himself infinitely more than a politician, he
thoroughly understood the more-than-political meaning of the war which was
imposed upon him: not the usual clash between rival ambitions of a similar
nature, but a world-wide coalition of all the forces that I have called “in Time”
against the one modern State “against Time”: the National Socialist State. He
knew that Marxism — and not the diluted (and, moreover, obsolete) forms of
Jewish poison for Aryan consumption known as Christianity and Western
Democracy, — is the final man-centred faith in the service of the
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 237.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 239.
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Dark forces; the doctrine destined to urge mankind to take its last step along
the old way leading from primaeval Perfection to the fated depth of
degeneracy, and ultimately to death. Surely there could be — and can be —
no definitive co-existence of a powerful National Socialist Order either with a
Marxist Order or with a Capitalistic one of the Western type. But, of the two,
the Marxist Order, being, according to the hard logic of increasing decay, the
vigorous young successor of the other, is the most dangerous. To strengthen
Russia’s position as the conquering Marxist power, in order to buy her
temporary alliance against the West, could have seemed, to a statesman
(were he of genius), who would have been a statesman and nothing more, —
let us say, to a German counterpart of Winston Churchill, — merely an
unpleasant political necessity within a clever diplomatic game. To Adolf Hitler,
the Seer, the Man “against Time,” — the One-Who-comes-back in His
modern garb, — it appeared as the very betrayal of Germany’s mission, nay,
as the very denial of Germany herself. For no spectacular victory over
England and the U.S.A. would have spared new Germany, real Germany —
Germany, the fortress of the National Socialist faith; the one modern Nation
“against Time,” — the assaults of a Marxist Empire bent on ideological and
political expansion, which the possession of key-positions in Europe and Asia
would have rendered formidable. A German counterpart of Winston Churchill
would doubtless have been hypnotised by the immediate interest of the Reich
(or what appeared as such) and have lost sight of the Reich’s significance.
The Man “against Time” knew that the two were not to be separated. He
knew that, precious as it surely was in the practical field, the Russian alliance
was not to be bought at the cost of the possibility of crushing Marxism in the
future; for the regeneration of Aryan man implies the defeat of the agents of
the Dark forces on all fronts, and the end of all forms of the age-old Jewish
lie.
And, accepting the responsibility and risks of the double struggle, he
took, the tragic decision of declaring war on the expanding Soviet Union, on
the 22nd of June 1941. He hoped, no doubt, to reduce it to submission within
a few months, after which he would have been free to continue to fight the
slaves of world-Jewry in the West, with endless resources at his disposal. He
was, however, aware of the gravity
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of his decision. “If ever we be compelled to break through the door in the
East, we do not know what power lies behind it,” had he told J. von
Ribbentrop.1 And yet, he gave the word to “break through” — for it was the
only thing he could do, in keeping with the unbending, more-than-political,
nay, more-than-human logic of his personality, of his mission, and of
Germany’s; in keeping with the cosmic logic “against Time,” which had
determined the growth and success of National Socialism, and which was
now provoking this fatal turn in history.
***
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau” (edit. 1954), p. 240.
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1
See the resolution of the All-India Congress Committee, of August 1942.
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With the sincerity and detachment that characterise him, Adolf Hitler
could not help seeing in that desperate and successful reaction of the
toughest of all Germany’s enemies a further glaring proof of “what a single
man can mean to a whole nation.” Any people, declared he to his Foreign
Minister, J. von Ribbentrop, “would have broken down after such defeats as
the German Army had inflicted upon the Russians in 1941-1942. The present
Russian victories are the work of an iron personality, that of Stalin himself,
whose unbending will and courage have called his people to a renewed
resistance.” ... “Stalin” said he, was “the great opponent” he had, “both
ideologically and in the military realm.” And he added, with the natural
chivalrousness of a real warrior, that, were that irreducible opponent ever to
fall into his hands, he “would respect him, and assign to him as a residence
the most beautiful castle in Germany”1 (One cannot help comparing that
treatment reserved to Stalin in the case of a National Socialist victory, with
the one that the coalesced leaders of Democracy and of Marxism — the
crusaders of world-Jewry — were actually to inflict upon the members of the
German Government after the war, not to mention the no less atrocious
manner in which they would have handled Adolf Hitler himself, had they
succeeded in capturing him. Nowhere, perhaps, does the contrast between
the inspired Man “against Time” and the mean, short-sighted men “in Time” of
the end of this Dark Age, appear more clearly.)
There is truth — and a lot of truth — in the Führer’s generous homage
to Stalin’s greatness as a determining factor in the evolution of the Second
World War. That greatness does not, however, suffice to account for the fatal
change of fortune of which the tragedy of Stalingrad is but one of the first
signs. Nor can, I repeat, Russia’s inexhaustible man-power coupled with
harsh climatic conditions account for it. The complete and cynical explanation
of it has been given on several occasions, and, among others, on that of the
American “Independence Day,” 4th of July, 1950, by Mr. (since then, Sir)
Winston Churchill himself: “Alone America and England have prevented Hitler
from Pushing Stalin behind the Ural.”2
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 263.
2
Churchill’s speech, 4th of July, 1950. It is quoted by Hans Grimm in his book “Warum? Woher?
aber Wohin?” (edit. 1954), p. 385.
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the spirit of that sentence. And so are the no less historical horrors that were
to take place on German soil and elsewhere after the two victorious waves of
destruction — the Red Army, and Eisenhower’s “crusaders to Europe” (and
their British and French, and Belgian and Polish and Czechic satellites) —
had met and mingled upon the smoking ruins of the proud Third Reich: in
Dresden, overcrowded with refugees, the murder of half a million men,
women and children under Anglo-American bombs, on that dismal night of
the 13th of February 1945; the lamentable exodus of eighteen million
Germans — also men, women and children, — from the eastern provinces
torn away from the Reich to be given to the Poles, the Russians or the
Czechs, with the full approval of Soviet Russia’s Western allies; the atrocities
of the Red Army and of the soldiers of the capitalistic Democracies of the
West in Germany, and of the anti-German partisans in all countries of
Europe; the arrest, torture and murder (or long imprisonment) of thousands of
National Socialists, from the martyrs of Nüremberg to the humblest of Adolf
Hitler’s followers, for having done their duty thoroughly and faithfully; and,
until 1948, the criminal attempt to kill Germany’s industry and to starve her
people or force them to emigrate; and, until this very day, — in fact, when no
longer in name, — that sinister farce known as “de-nazification” and “re-
education” of the German people: the systematic attempt to crush the pride,
nay, to kill the soul, of the finest Nation of the West.
Soon after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour, which had prompted
Germany’s declaration of war on the U.S.A. i.e., more than a year before the
war was to enter its critical and decisive phase, J. von Ribbentrop told Adolf
Hitler “We still have one year’s time to cut Russia off the supplies she
receives from America through Murmansk and through the Persian Gulf,
while Japan must take Vladivostock. If that cannot be done, and if American
armaments and Russian man-power succeed in coming together, then the
war will enter a stage in which it will be very difficult for us to win it.”1 And the
Führer had “taken this remark in silence and made no comments.”2 He made
no comments because there were
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 260.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 260.
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none to make. J. von Ribbentrop had spoken the truth — a tragic truth,
indeed. And Adolf Hitler knew it. And he knew also that nothing could alter it.
J. von Ribbentrop had seen and described the situation from a political
and strategical point of view. Adolf Hitler saw it, or rather felt it, intuitively, as
the result of the inter-action of forces infinitely more than political. It is foolish
to believe that he could have avoided the difficulties the diplomat was pointing
out to him, by not declaring war on the U.S.A. The U.S.A. had declared war
upon him and upon National Socialist Germany, in fact, when not officially, as
early as 1937,1 and had increasingly and openly been helping England’s war-
effort since 1939. They actually were England’s allies — and Russia’s —
before Adolf Hitler’s formal declaration of war came as an answer to that
alliance and as an act of solidarity with Japan. There was nothing which the
German Führer could do, save to face the great event of our epoch with all
his — and all his people’s — determination, and to fight to the bitter end a war
in which Germany’s existence was at stake. By “the great event of our epoch”
I mean the coalition of the Dark forces of the whole world — of those forces
which I have called forces “in Time” — against the one living reminder of all
the glorious great Beginnings of the past, and the one living herald of the
coming one: the State “against Time” at the very end of this Age of Gloom.
And Adolf Hitler, the Seer, the Man “against Time” — the creator, nay,
the soul of that extraordinary State, — knew that this coalition, of which the
Jews were, no doubt, the earthly instigators, but nothing more than the mere
instigators, was and remains a cosmic fact; a sign of times. And that is
precisely why he faced it as he did: refusing to the end all compromise with
Soviet Russia, in spite of J. von Ribbentrop’s repeated suggestions,2 and all
compromise with the Western agents of world-Jewry, in spite of the repeated
suggestions of other important men of the National Socialist Party and, which
is more, of his generals; and treating with more and more mercilessness —
through the Reichsführer S.S. Heinrich Himmler, to whom he gave increased
growers, — all actual or
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 164.
2
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 236-239.
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potential enemies of the New Order, and, among these, (apart from the
German traitors that one was lucky enough to detect) the two main varieties
of moral slaves of Jewry — the Christians and the Communists — and
specially the Jews themselves. “As the war followed its course,” states J. von
Ribbentrop, “the Führer became more and more anchored in his view of it as
the result of an international Jewish conspiracy against Germany.”1 I would
say more: not only did Adolf Hitler see in the Jews as a nation the secret
instigators of this as well as of the last World War, but (and his writings and
his whole career go to prove it) he thoroughly understood their real, deeper
meaning in world history; their cosmic meaning as hereditary embodiment of
the darkest forces “in Time,” foremost agents of that more and more rapid
corruption and downfall of the naturally higher races, so impressive as the
end of the present Time-cycle draws nigh.
And that is why he knew — and proclaimed at every opportunity, from
the start, — that the struggle he was conducting in Germany’s name was, for
the German people and for Aryan humanity at large, a life and death struggle.
***
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 211.
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hour,”1 as she had in the first World War. The formation of a new — separate
— Fascist Government in North Italy (after Mussolini’s dramatic rescue from
captivity, by Skorzeny) was of no practical avail. By the end of 1943, Nationad
Socialist Germany was alone — pressed between the two coalesced halves
of a world in rebellion against the eternal, Idea that she had, more or less
consciously embodied throughout history, and that she now proclaimed,
louder and more defiantly that ever, through Adolf Hitler’s voice; alone to fight
not on “two” but on a thousand fronts: against regular armies and against
partisans in Russia, in Greece, in Italy, in Africa, in France, in Belgium, in
Holland, in Norway — everywhere — and, at home, against increasingly
destructive British and American bombers and increasingly active and
arrogant German traitors, anti-Nazis of all descriptions; alone to stand against
the thought-power and will-power and power of hatred of millions and millions
of men, women and children of all nationalities and of all races; of a whole
Dark Age humanity, bent upon its own degeneracy and doom; marked with
the sign of perdition and, for that very reason, blind and mad: exalting its
enemies and holding its true saviours in abomination. And it is difficult to say
which one of the hostile factors — the “crusaders” from the East and from the
West; the German traitors at home and on all fronts; the relentless streams of
fire which men of Anglo-Saxon blood poured night after night upon the
helpless German civilians, killing over three million of them; or the silly, but
sincere (and therefore efficacious) indignation of millions of apparently
powerless people of all lands, as they repeatedly heard on the wireless about
the “Nazi monsters” — played the crucial part in the disaster of 1945.
To the extent the happenings of the invisible realm determine those of
the visible, one can safely state that untiring hatred is, from the cosmic point
of view, as efficient as power of arms. The victorious Allies — or rather the
Jews, who animated the whole show, — were, at the Nüremberg Trial, after
the war, to put forth the principle of “collective responsibility” and (strange as
this may sound from someone who has exposed the famous Trial as one of
the greatest infamies of history) they
1
Mussolini fell from power in July 1943; Italy capitulated an entered the war on the side of the
United Nations (under the Badoglio Government) on the 8th, of September 1943.
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were, in that connection, again from the cosmic point of view, rigorously right.
Anyone whose heart and will have carried Adolf Hitler to power, whose voice
has hailed him as Founder and Leader of a new world, was and remains
morally responsible for all that has been is or ever will be done in his name
and in his spirit. I am the first one to accept this fact. And I accept it joyfully,
with pride, as far as I am personally concerned. On the other hand, the
principle of collective responsibility cannot be restricted to any particular
group of people to the exclusion of other groups. It holds good for all those
who admit a bond of solidarity with brothers in faith — or be it brothers in
hatred — and, in particular, for all Anti-Nazis, whether they be ill-informed or
not, intelligent or not, capable or not of judging in full liberty. A child of ten
who sat before his parents’ wireless in Calcutta or Shanghai, and was glad to
hear the news of the Allied landing in Normandy — 6th of June 1944, — is
responsible for the world-disaster of 1945. A child of ten who, in Sidney or
Melbourne or San Francisco, added his voice to the chorus of hatred against
the accused of Nüremberg, is responsible for the death (or long
imprisonment) of those men, and bears his share of the infamy of the historic
Trial. As I said before, the Second World War is nothing less than a
monstrous crime for which practically the whole world is collectively
responsible — a collective crime of the whole world against its Saviour, Adolf
Hitler, against National Socialist Germany, against Aryan man and the
possibilities that lie within him. It is the crime of the whole world which has
completely yielded to the law of Time, i.e., the law of decay and death,
against the last — or one before the last — grand scale expression of the
age-old counter-tendency “against Time,” which the natural aristocracy of
blood and character — the élite of the Aryan race — has been embodying,
more and more consciously, for centuries already.
Among the millions who bear the guilt of it, the German Anti-Nazis —
from those high officers who, on the 20th of July 1944, attempted Adolf
Hitler’s life, to the most unimportant and inactive opponents of the National
Socialist régime — occupy a special place, or rather, have a special
significance. Being Germans, — the Führer’s own countrymen, whom he so
loved — they represent more than any others the waste of natural Aryan
virtues in the service of untruth; the grip of the
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Dark Age even upon the finest race of this earth; the defiling of the Aryan
mind through false teachings of “humanity” and principles in contradiction with
the laws and purpose of Life. And one should add that, along with them, and
to a hardly lesser degree, all Anti-Nazis of Nordic stock — Norwegians,
Danes, Dutchmen or Britishers (or Americans of Nordic origin, such as the
sinister “Crusader to Europe,” Dwight Eisenhower, himself) — represent the
same. For National Socialist Germany was not fighting the war imposed upon
her for herself alone, but for the whole of higher mankind; for the reassertion
of the eternal natural values and of the natural human hierarchy, i.e. for the
rule of truly higher mankind upon this earth (irrespective of “nationality” in the
narrow sense of the word).
Speaking of the future Europe of his dreams and of the splendid Aryan
élite that was to lead it, Adolf Hitler said that it “mattered little” whether a
member of that élite were “an Austrian or a Norwegian.”1 All that counted in
his eyes was that the ruling aristocracy be, physically, morally and culturally,
a real Aryan one. The same idea, namely that National Socialist Germany
was but the first step towards a regenerate National Socialist Europe, is most
clearly expressed in the last known text dictated by the Man “against Time”:
his “political Testament.”2 And one may add that a National Socialist Europe
is, logically, but a first step towards a racially-conscious and legitimately
proud Pan-Aryandom, organised according to Adolf Hitler’s principles —
accepting him as its everlasting Leader — and occupying in the world the
place Nature has assigned it.
As I wrote in another book3, every person of Aryan blood, — be he or
she a thoroughbred European or a high-caste Indian — who fought Germany
during the Second World War, and thus hindered the materialisation of that
glorious programme, is, hardly less than the German Anti-Nazis themselves,
a traitor to his or her own — to our common — race.
***
1
Adolf Hitler’s “Tisch Gespräche,” published after the war.
2
Published by L. Battersby.
3
In “Pilgrimage,” written in 1953-1954 (Introduction).
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than I (who was not on the spot) ever could do, the last days of the Third
German Reich: the irresistible advance of the two frantic invading armies (and
of their respective auxiliaries) into the heart of the land, in which years of
unheard-of bombardment had left nothing but ruins; the terror of the last and
fiercest air-raids, that disorganised everything, while streams and streams of
refugees kept pouring westwards (realising that they had, in spite of all, less
to fear from the Americans, — enemies of National Socialism with no faith to
put in its place — than from the Russians, who were fighting in full awareness
of their allegiance to the contrary faith); the horror of the last desperate
battles, intended to immobilise for a while an enemy that one now knew to be
the winner; and the moral break-down, — the frightening, blank
hopelessness, the bitter feeling of having been mocked and cheated — of
millions in whose hearts faith in National Socialism had been inseparable
from the certitude of Germany’s invincibility: the “moral ruins,” even more
tragic and more lasting than the material ones. Others have described or tried
to describe the horror of the last days of Berlin under the relentless fire of the
Russian guns — Berlin, which, seen from above, “looked like the crater of an
immense volcano.”1
In the midst of the capital ablaze, stood the broad and yet untouched
gardens of the Chancellory of the Reich. There, surrounded by a few of his
faithful ones, in his “bunker,” underground, Adolf Hitler, the Man “against
Time,” lived the apparent end of all his life’s work and of all his dreams, and
the beginning of his people’s long martyrdom. More or less accurate reports
have reached the outer world about his last known gestures and words. I
have just mentioned the publication of his “political Testament.” But nobody
has described in all its more than human grandeur the last real inner phase
— the tragic failure, and yet, (considered from a standpoint exceeding by far
that of the politician) the culmination — of his dedicated life.
Throughout the war and before the war, for two and a half decades,
Adolf Hitler had conducted Germany’s struggle (and that of Aryan man) — the
modern aspect of the perennial
1
These are the words of the well-known German airwoman, Hanna Reitsch, who saw it.
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Struggle for the triumph of Light and Life, — against the coalesced forces of
the whole world. And he had. not lost faith in victory, not even when
everything seemed to turn against him and his people: not even after
Stalingrad; not even after the Allied landing in Normandy; not even after the
Russians and Americans and their satellites had marched into Germany from
the East and from the West, and were advancing, every day deeper into the
heart of the torn and blasted land, in spite of desperate resistance and
useless counterattacks. “He lived in a dream”1 has written a French author, in
a heart-rending book. And that is true, in a way, — partly because deliberate
traitors purposely kept him ill-informed about the actual situation on every
front, in every occupied country, and in practically every essential service at
home (as it clearly appears, from various most outspoken war-memoirs), and
partly because he was himself more of a Seer than of a politician. He knew
he was deceived and betrayed, — “See how they lie to me, and for how long
already!”, declared he, in 1944, to the Luftwaffe hero, Hans-Ulrich Rudel, after
a talk in which the latter had given him the right picture of a war sector where
he had himself fought. — But he did not know till very late — too late — to
what extent one betrayed him. (He admitted it himself in his last speech.) The
confidence he put in any German who seemed entirely devoted to the
National Socialist Idea was complete. And traitors took advantage of it.
He also “lived in a dream” in the manner every great Seer has done,
from the beginning of ages. Aware as he was of the absolute truth of his
doctrine, and of the absolute genuineness of his mission and of that of his
people, and knowing, as he did, that truth is bound to conquer in the long run,
he was tempted to underestimate the power of the death-forces that are, in
accordance with the law of evolution in Time, to drag the world to its doom
before the new Golden Age (and, with it, a new Time-cycle) can dawn. The
clear vision of eternal, infinitely more-than-political, earthly reality, (of earthly
reality “in harmony with the primaeval meaning of things”) towards which he
strove throughout his career, had made him, for years, blind to the terrible
signs of impending disaster. The certitude that the German Reich, as he
1
Georges Blend, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne.”
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had wanted it and founded it anew and organised it at the end of this Dark
Age, was the first step towards the glorious earthly Reich of re-conquered
Perfection, — the regenerate Aryandom of the awaited Golden Age — and
that the advent of that Kingdom of gods on earth was as mathematically
positive a fact as Sunrise after every night, made him, for years, at least,
forget that the Third German Reich — the State “against Time,” his own
creation — had to disappear before it could rise again, transfigured into a
Golden Age State.
He had, no doubt, in the course of the war, become more and more
conscious of the enormity of the forces set against him, both abroad and at
home; more and more aware of widespread, lurking treason; and specially
more and more convinced of the sinister part played by world-Jewry in the
conduct of events.1 From 1942 onwards, he had, nay, — with Heinrich
Himmler’s ever closer collaboration, — faced and tackled the Jewish question
— at last! — with some amount of that ruthlessness with which it should have
been tackled years before. But it was too late. That tardy mercilessness —
that delayed awakening of the righteous “lightning” side of his nature, in him
who, as I said in the beginning of this book, had, in his make-up, more “sun”
than “lightning” — could no longer save the Reich. The mass-liquidation of
about 750.000 Jews2 from Germany and other European countries in the gas-
chambers of Auschwitz and of a couple of other concentration camps did not
prevent the influential Jews, living in safety in U.S.A., in England, in Russia, in
India, in Palestine, — anywhere in the wide world — from directing the fury of
all mankind, including that of the Aryan nations, against new Germany. (And
after the war, when the fate of the few executed Jews — who were —
unfortunately! — by the way, not necessarily the most dangerous ones, —
became known in foreign lands, the figure of 750.000 became overnight
6.500.000 and even 8.000.000, in older to give the victorious Allies,
“crusaders of humanity,” an excuse for torturing and killing as many of Adolf
Hitler’s followers as they could. While thousands of the most nefarious
1
J. von Ribbentrop, “Zwischen London und Moskau,” p. 273.
2
This figure was given to me by an S.S. officer. The Jewish publication “Shem” — written for
Jewish readers — states, however, about half that number only.
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Jews had, thanks to the Führer’s astounding generosity, already left Germany
before the war.)
Similarly, the severity with which were handled such conspirers against
the National Socialist régime as were detected near the end of the war, — the
men of the 20th of July, for instance, — did not prevent others from
continuing, undetected, their treacherous activities. Nor could it undo all the
mischief wrought, from the beginning of the régime, by those men in high
position who were secretly bent upon its destruction at any cost, even at that
of the destruction of Germany herself, along with it. Harsh, exemplary
repression of such elements also came too late. More so: Adolf Hitler’s
mistrust of all classes of his own people, save of the honest, simple-hearted
workmen, faithful to him to this day,1 came too late. And that, I repeat,
because, contrarily to the Prophet Mohamed, contrarily to Lord Krishna, and
to all Men “against Time” — both “Sun” and “Lightning” — who died
victorious, our Führer had, in his personal make-up, too much sunshine in
proportion to his “lightning” power.
And now, the end had come. Adolf Hitler no longer “lived in a dream.”
He knew that the supreme counter-offensive — the Ardennes offensive —
had failed to stem the advance of the Western Allies. He knew that the
Russians had, on the other hand, broken through and crossed the Oder River
and that they were massing around Berlin. In a desperate effort to hope
against all hope, he kept on mentioning General Wenck’s army — which in
fact no longer existed — and waiting for it to appear, and free the capital of
the Reich. But he knew within his heart that General Wenck would not come;
that the war was finished — and lost. And he could well imagine the atrocious
ordeal that his people were now to experience at the hands of the agents of
the Dark Forcestheir enemies and his.
***
The Russian guns kept on firing without cease. And Berlin continued to
burn. It had been burning for days. It had become a down-right inferno.
1
That mistrust of all but the working classes is often expressed in the Führer’s “Tisch Gespräche,”
— conversations of his published after the war.
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In the depth of his “bunker” under the yet untouched Gardens of the
Chancellory, — Adolf Hitler could hear the thunder of the explosions and feel
the death-convulsions of his capital, through the torn and battered earth. And
he knew it was the end
Within the “bunker,” a few faithful ones — Eva Braun, who had never
thrust herself into the limelight of the great Days, but who loved him, and was
now his wedded wife; Dr. Goebbels, with his family; General Krebs, Admiral
Vosz, Martin Bormann, and some others, — were waiting with him to kill
themselves at the appearing of the Russians. At the entrance of the Gardens
and of the “bunker” — on the margin of that roaring and flaming hell that was
rolling nearer and nearer, as irresistible as an ocean of lava, — S.S. men kept
watch, ready to die. There they remained, with as much impassibility, as
much dutiful detachment as those Roman guards of old who, in 79 A.D. had
stood at the gates of Pompeii — there where their officers had ordered them
to stay — under the showers of burning ash from the suddenly erupting
volcano; within sight of the streams of molten rock, till the end; till they had
lost consciousness and sunk to the ground under their armours, while the
advancing lava rolled over them. But the stream that was to roll over the
bodies of these last defenders of the Third German Reich and to submerge
half (and, soon, perhaps, all) Europe, was the inexhaustible Red Army; the
most formidable human instrument in the service of the levelling forces. Of
the heroic State “against Time” — Adolf Hitler’s creation — no trace would be
visible after its passage. And those very men of Nordic blood, traitors to their
race, those “crusaders to Europe” who were, now, welcoming and helping its
advance, would be, one day, — soon — wiped away before it.
Unaware of that atmosphere of cosmic disaster (for such it was) which
has been compared to that of a living “Twilight of the Gods,” the six Goebbels
children — Helga, twelve years old; Hilde, eleven; Helmut, nine; Holde,
seven; Hedda, five; and Heide, three — as prettily dressed as in peace time,
thanks to their heroic mother, played hide and seek in the corridors of the last
unconquered fortress of National Socialist Germany. Sometimes, the Führer,
or those of the S.S. men who were not on duty, would play with them, or tell
them stories. A day or two before the end, the famous airwoman, Hanna
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piloted General von Greim to the “bunker” and stayed there a few hours with
him. Magda Goebbels told her, among other things: “They believe in the
Führer and in the Third Reich; when these cease to exist, there will be no
place in the world for my six children.” And she added: “Provided Heaven
gives me enough courage to kill them!” The admirable woman actually did kill
them. And she and Dr. Goebbels killed themselves afterwards.
According to the writing that has been published as his “political
Testament” and to the statements of several people who were present in the
“bunker” nearly to the end, Adolf Hitler and his wife, Eva, did the same.
According to other, equally plausible assumptions, they left the “bunker” in
time — not in order to save themselves, but in order to continue the struggle,
one day, — and the Founder of the National Socialist faith still breathes
somewhere upon this earth, several years after the destruction of his life’s
work, ready to inspire the new rising of his trusted ones to power and to
preside over the new triumph of the Swastika, that nothing can hold back.
There is no actual proof this way or that, but only, — as years pass without
bringing any sign of his being alive, an increasingly strong probability that the
Führer did not survive Germany’s total sacrifice.
This may be, no doubt, a depressing fact for his disciples, nay, a heart-
rending fact for such ones among them who never had the honour and the joy
of seeing him. From the cosmic point of view, it matters little; for Adolf Hitler’s
significance remains just the same whether he be, in the flesh, visible or
invisible, alive or dead. Alive or dead he remains the hero who, in our
atrocious epoch — very near the end of the Dark Age of the present Time-
cycle, — stood alone, at the head of his privileged people, against the fiercer
and fiercer downward current of Time; against the whole world that had
become (as in every successive Dark Age) the domain of the forces of
disintegration and death, exalting and obeying their agents while hating every
genuine Messenger of Life. Alive or dead, he has sacrificed himself for his
people; and his sacrifice (and that of his people for the entire Aryan race) is
just as complete in either case — nay, if he be alive, his life must have been
all these years, many times worse than death. Alive or dead he is He Who
comes back “age after age, when justice is crushed.
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when evil triumphs, to establish upon earth the Reign of Righteousness”1; the
Man “against Time” Who, again and again in the course of history, and every
time with the methods of the age in which He appears, fights for that ideal of
integral perfection — of absolute health — that no Age save a Golden Age —
an “Age of Truth” — can live on a world-wide scale, in all its glory. Alive or
dead, he is eternal, and will come back, for he is He: the One Who spoke for
all times through the most ancient known discourse of Aryan Wisdom, the
Bhagavad-Gita.
In the “bunker” within the Gardens of the Chancellory, — last material
bastion of National Socialism amidst Berlin ablaze, — he dictated his “political
Testament.” It is difficult to say whether the wording we possess of it is the
right one or not. If, as some say, the Führer survived the disaster, the mere
mention of his “voluntary death” within the document would be enough to
make it inaccurate. But, whatever be the wording, nay, whatever be the
debated facts themselves, the spirit of Adolf Hitler’s last known message and
the serenity one breathes in it — the calm, unshakable certitude, even at the
darkest hour, that truth will conquer in the end, in spite of all, — are genuine.
The glorious vision of a “united and National Socialist Europe,” the formation
of which represents “the work of centuries to come,” is genuine. The
consciousness and pride of Germany’s historic mission, in particular, of the
mission of that splendid German youth who bore Adolf Hitler’s name, as
forerunner, inspirer, leader and organiser of a regenerate Aryan humanity
within and beyond the geographic boundaries of the Reich, are genuine.
Genuine, and not new; for the Reich-Idea, in a more-than-political sense had
always held the main place in Adolf Hitler’s life.
In August Kubizek’s biography of him as a young man, there is a
passage too significant for me not to quote it nearly in extenso. It is the
description of a walk to the Freienberg (a hill overlooking Linz) in the middle
of the night, just after the future Führer and his friend had attended together,
at the Opera, a performance of Richard Wagner’s “Rienzi.” “We were alone,”
writes Kubizek. “The town had sunk below us into the fog. As though he were
moved by an
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The Bhagavad-Gita, IV, Verses 7 and 8.
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invisible force, Adolf Hitler climbed to the top of the Freienberg. I now realised
that we no longer stood in solitude and darkness, for above us shone the
stars.
“Adolf stood before me. He took both my hands in his and held them
tight — a gesture that he had never yet made. I could feel from the pressure
of his hands how moved he was. His eyes sparkled feverishly. The words did
not pour from his lips with their usual easiness, but burst forth harsh and
passionate. I noticed at his voice even more than at the way in which he held
my hands, how the episode he had lived (the performance of “Rienzi” at the
Opera) had shattered him to the depth.
“Gradually, he began to speak more freely. The words came with more
speed. Never before and also never since have I heard Adolf Hitler speak like
he did then, as we stood alone under the stars as though we had been the
only two creatures on earth.
“It is impossible for me to repeat the words my friend uttered in that
hour.
“Something quite remarkable, which I had not noticed before, even
when he spoke to me with vehemence, struck me at that moment: it was as
though another Self spoke through him; another Self, from the presence of
which he was as moved as I was. In no way could one have said of him (as it
sometimes happens, in the case of brilliant speakers) that he was intoxicated
with his own words. On the contrary! I had the feeling that he experienced
with amazement, I would say, that he was himself possessed by, that which
burst out of him with elemental power. I do not allow myself a comment on
that observation. But it was a state of ecstasy, a state of complete trance in
which, without mentioning it or the instance involved in it, he projected his
experience of the “Rienzi” performance into a glorious vision upon another
plane, congenial to himself. More so: the impression he had received from
that performance was merely the external impulse that had prompted him to
speak. Like a flood breaks through a dam which has burst, so rushed the
words from his mouth. In sublime, irresistible images, he unfolded before me
his own future and that of our people.
“Till then I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an
artist, a painter or an architect. In that hour
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August Kubizek, “Adolf Hitler, mein Jugendfreund” (edit. 1954), p. 140-141.
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giggling with Russian officers before the skeleton of the Reichstag); Berlin
could be wiped out — or “bolshevised” — and Germany, cut in two or in four,
could, for years and years, suffer such an ordeal as no nation in history had
yet suffered. In spite of all, National Socialism, the modern expression of
cosmic Truth applied to socio-political and cultural problems, would endure
and conquer. “The heroism of our soldiers, who have kept towards me
feelings of unfailing comradeship, is a guarantee that a National Socialist
Germany and a united National Socialist Europe will, one day, take birth,”
wrote Adolf Hitler in his “political Testament.” “May my faithful ones keep in
mind that it is the job of the coming centuries to establish a National Socialist
Europe, and may they place collective interest always above their own! ...
May they — Germans and non-German (all the forces of National Socialist
Europe) — remain racially conscious, and resist without weakness the poison
which is about to corrupt and kill all nations: the spirit of international Jewry.”1
The tragic State “against Time” which he had set up as the one possible
dam against the everlasting forces of decay, and which now lay in the dust,
would one day rise again on a pan-European (or even a pan-Aryan) scale, in
all the vigour and splendour of regained youth. It would rise under the
leadership of the One Who is to put an end to this Dark Age; of the One-Who-
comes-back, under His last aspect — equally “Sun” and “Lightning,” whereas
Adolf Hitler, more “Sun” than “Lightning,” is but His one-before-the-last
Incarnation. It would rise again as the Golden Age theocracy to come — a
theocracy from within; the earthly kingdom of Aryan gods in flesh and blood.
And the atrocious end? The agony of the proud Third German Reich? It
was but the beginning of the Via dolorosa leading to the great New
Beginning. All the horror of the present and of the immediate future would
pass. The hell in which the German people were to live, for years, would
pass. National Socialism would rise again because it is true to cosmic Reality,
and because that which is true does not pass. Germany’s Via dolorosa was,
indeed, the Way to coming glory. It had to be taken, if the privileged Nation
was to fulfill
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her mission absolutely, i.e. if she was to be the Nation that died for the sake
of the highest human race, which she embodied, and that would rise again to
take the lead of those surviving Aryans who are — at last! — to understand
her message of life and to carry it with them into the splendour of the dawning
Golden Age.
Oh, now — now under the ceaseless fire and thunder of the Russian
artillery; now, on the brink of disaster — how the Man “against Time” clearly
understood this!
Above him and above the smoke of the Russian cannons and of the
burning city, above the noise of explosions, millions and millions of miles
away, the stars — those same stars that had shed their light over the
adolescent’s first prophetic ecstasy, forty years before — sparkled in all their
glory, in limitless void. And the Man “against Time,” who could not see them,
knew that his National Socialist wisdom, founded upon the very laws of Life;
his Wisdom that this doomed world had cursed and rejected, was, and would
remain, in spite of all, as unassailable and everlasting as their everlasting
Dance.
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CHAPTER XV
GODS ON EARTH
To-day, — ten years after the disaster of 1945 — when half the world is
shivering and shaking before that which it calls the “Communist danger,”
nothing seems more out of date than the old alliance of the capitalistic States
with Soviet Russia (and the Communist forces of all countries) against
National Socialist Germany. People who never had anything to do with
National Socialism — sincere Catholics who are, at the same time, sincere
French patriots, such as Professor Maurice Bardèche, — expose the stupidity
of the Anti-German policy of the Western Democracies, which led to the war,
and the iniquity and folly of the Nuremberg Trial, — that glorification of
treason — and the folly of a “de-nazification” effort which, if successful, can
only throw Germany into the arms of Soviet Russia. Nay, such a notorious
Anti-Nazi as Sir Winston Churchill admitted publicly, only a couple of years
after the end of the war, that the Western Allies had “killed the wrong pig,”
meaning — in glaring contradiction with his own former words and actions —
that it would have been more reasonable for the enemies of Communism to
help National Socialist Germany to crush Russia, instead of helping Russia to
crush National Socialist Germany and then to “bolshevise” half Europe and
the three quarters of Asia. The sinister worldwide coalition without which
Adolf Hitler would, no doubt, have won this war, appears more and more as a
bad bargain in which the reading diplomats of Soviet Russia — and Stalin
(that old fox!) at the head of them all — “did” their gullible partners of the
capitalistic camp with masterful skill. And the Anglo-Saxon politicians who
prepared the Agreements of Teheran and of Yalta and of Potsdam, and those
who signed them, and those who welcomed them, and the millions of
newspaper-reading sheep who, under the anti-Nazi intoxication of the time,
(and the subsequent atmosphere of “war crime” trials and of “de-nazification”)
found them wonderful, now feel small and
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bitter at the idea of having been “done” — nay, so thoroughly “done”! — and
are taking to hate Soviet Russia, the fortress of conquering Communism, as
violently — and as unintelligently, — as they ever hated National Socialist
Germany.
Many a political sympathiser of National Socialism in and outside
Germany beholds this fact with unconcealed satisfaction and says: “The
wheel is turning; — so much the better!” But this is not true; not true, at least,
in the sense it is meant. It is not true, because it is contrary to the laws of
evolution in Time — to the laws of Life — that a world, or even half a world,
should halt on its way to perdition and try to go back, against the current of
history. The wheel of history is turning. It never stopped doing so. But it is not
turning towards the general acceptance, still less towards the broad-scale
glorification of National Socialism, the typical Wisdom “against Time.” On the
contrary! It is turning as it has been ever since the fall of man, i.e. ever since
the end of the far-gone latest Golden Age, in the sense of the stream of Time:
towards untruth; towards chaos; towards degeneracy and death — further
and further away from the Wisdom of salvation embodied, age after age, in all
true Men “against Time” and nowadays in Adolf Hitler and his disciples. It
cannot turn otherwise, as long as the last Man “against Time” — the
victorious Destroyer-and-Creator, equally “Sun” and “Lightning,” Who will put
an end to this humanity and to this Age of Gloom and open the coming Time-
cycle, — has not manifested Himself.
What gives so many people the illusion that the growing Anti-
Communism of a large section of post-war mankind is necessarily linked (or
susceptible of becoming, one day, linked) with a change in the world’s
attitude to National Socialism, is a blissful ignorance of the true nature of the
latter Weltanschauung. It is, in particular, the error which consists in taking it
for a purely political doctrine, while it is, in reality, infinitely more than that; the
ignorance of its character “against Time,” i.e. of its cosmic significance and
place. It is, also, the ignorance of the true nature of the world-wide anti-Nazi
coalition that caused the Second World War and finally broke the power of
the Third German Reich. That fatal coalition of hatred against the Hitler faith
is also something more-than-political. It is, as I have tried to show in the
preceding chapter, the logical alliance of all the agents of the Dark
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forces against the one doctrine “against. Time” and the one State “against
Time” at our epoch. The Dark forces are just as alive, just as active, now,
after the war — after their victory — as during or before the war; nay, more
so, as every day brings us nearer the unavoidable “end of the world.” The fact
that their various agents have started quarrelling among themselves does not
mean that they have ceased being what they always were, namely, agents of
disintegration and death, — still less that any of them has suddenly become
an agent of regeneration. They are, now, — all of them, — becoming blind to
their deep similitude and are exaggerating their differences and forgetting
their common origin and their common purpose only because the one
obstacle that stood in their way — the National Socialist State, with that
unassailable Wisdom “against Time” that underlay all its institutions — is no
longer there. Were it, before their doom, to rise again, again they would
automatically coalesce against it.
The alliance of the capitalistic world with the citadel of Marxism may
now appear, politically, as a bad bargain for the “Christian West.” In fact —
from the standpoint of cosmic truth — it was and remains a most natural and
reasonable bond: that of all those who believe the old Jewish lie against
those who boldly and boisterously expose it; that of all those who share the
superstition of the value of the two-legged mammal as such, against those
who proclaim, in defiance of the spirit of this and of all fallen Ages, against the
tendency of history” — against Time” — the merciless Doctrine of human
selection and of Detached Violence, leading to the kingdom of living gods on
earth. More so: it was, ideologically, on the part of Russia’s former “gallant
allies,” a step dictated by an unfailing instinct of self-preservation. They,
whose philosophy of life rests upon the old and obsolete form of the man-
made and man-centred creed, — upon the Christian values, whether or not,
also upon the Christian metaphysics, — ran, for the protection of their very
raison d’être, for the defence of all that they were accustomed to love, to
those who uphold the self-same creed of man in its new, young, materialistic
form, feeling quite rightly that they alone could help them, if the creed and all
it meant to them — the love of man; the cult of man; pity for man, as he is,
with all his weaknesses; and the artificial barrier between him and the rest of
Creation, — were to survive. They
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ran to them spontaneously, as old men run to young and strong ones for
protection against other young and strong ones of a different world.
Now that they have to pay the price for Russia’s help, — the price for
the survival of their precious “human values,” which Russia alone (Russia
who, deeply speaking, shares them) could save for a time, — and that they
find it too high, they see, in it, the “Communist danger.” They forget who their
once only possible ally against that danger was; and what he signified. They
forget that the price they would have had to pay him (in the long run) for being
freed for ever from the “menace of Asia” mobilised under Russia’s leadership,
was nothing short of a definitive, irrevokable renunciation of that man-centred
scale of values, which is dearer to them than anything else. For Communism
is the natural product of evolution of capitalistic Democracy, while National
Socialism is the flat negation of it — a revolt against its spirit. The Marxist
values — centred round the love of all men irrespective of race (of all men as
potential “workers”) — are the Christian values within a technically advanced
world in which the nation of an “immortal soul” is rapidly loosing all appeal.
The National Socialist values are the negation of these as well as of all man-
centred ones.
The Western Allies of 1945 believe National Socialism is dead. That is
why they feel safe to quarrel with Soviet Russia and to speak of a
“Communist danger.” The youngest expression of their own values “in Time”
frightens them, because there no longer is, now, a powerful State “against
Time,” bearer of the eternal life-centred values and denial of theirs, to remind
them, through its sheer existence, of that which surely is, from their point of
view, the greatest danger of all, namely, of the unavoidable advent of the last
Man “against Time” and of the dawn of a new Time-cycle.
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Hans Grimm, “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” (edit. 1954), p. 155-156.
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and spread; defending its very existence as a Dark Age world “in Time.”
I have tried, in two former chapters,1 to explain what this, means,
insisting upon the fact that the state of present-day humanity (including that of
the noblest races) is the natural and unavoidable result of millenniums and
millenniums of ever-increasing aloofness from the primaeval divine pattern of
the Universe, in other words, from primaeval life in Truth. I have also tried to
show the part played by that extraordinary nation, the Jews, in our advanced
Age of Gloom, which can, historically, be considered as their particular reign.
At the beginning of our Time-cycle (as it is shown in the myth of the
Garden of Eden, which the Christians borrowed from the Jews, and the latter
from immemorial non-Jewish sources) man, — Golden Age man, in all his
pristine health and beauty, — was a perfect part of a perfect Creation, in
harmony with himself and with it; with every living being, which he at first
respected. “Sin” — the cause of degeneracy — consisted not in man’s
rebellion against a man-loving “God distinct from the Universe and “Maker” of
it in the manner an artisan is the maker of a pot or of a watch, but in rebellion
against that divine living Nature of which man was and remains a part and
nothing but a part. It consisted in man’s implicit claim to dominate and even to
“change” Nature for his own ends and, as time passed and as “civilisation”
spread, in his increasing contempt for the silent daily example given him by
less evolved (but also less corrupt) living species, still faithful to the spirit and
purpose of Creation; in his deliberate transgression of the laws of Life for the
sake of pleasure, temporary convenience or mere superstition. In other
words, it consisted — and consists — in the sacrifice of the divine whole to
the part, and of the future to the present;2 of the Universe to “man” and of
every human race to the individual; and of the individual’s own immortality in
his race and of his proper mission in the universal scheme, to a passing whim
or a tiny, selfish “happy life.”
It is noticeable that in this Dark Age — the only one, the historical
evolution of which we can somewhat follow, —
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In chapter I and in chapter XIV.
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M. Edmond Goblot, the French logician, used to define all sin as a sacrifice of the future to the
present.”
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religion itself has become, everywhere (in practice at least, when not also
dogmatically) more and more man-centred and more and more individualistic.
The Bhagavad-Gita, definitely life-centred — Gospel of detached action
“in the interest of all creation” (and not only of “man”) — expresses, whatever
be the epoch in which it was written in its present form, the Wisdom both
“above Time” and “against Time” of the Ages preceding ours. (The epos in
which it is inserted is significantly placed by Tradition before our Age of
Gloom.) The great religions of escape that took birth in Ancient India —
Buddhism, Jainism, — are, no doubt, life-centred. But they are religions of
escape, doctrines of integral pessimism with no bearing, in fact, upon this
earth. In practice, their devotees, in or outside India, and even their ascetics,
have little to do with that truly universal and active love which prompted the
Blessed Buddha, in one of his many marvellous lives (so the Jatakas relate)
to give up his own body to feed a hungry tigress; little to do, nay, with the
moral attitude behind that legend. One only has to see, in Buddhist countries,
the general indifference to all creatures’ suffering, for which the passers-by
are not directly responsible, and the indifference of most Jains or so-called
such, to the misery of animals other than cows, to be convinced of it. In
addition to that, they reject not only the traditional form but the very spirit of
the Caste System: the idea of the natural hierarchy of human races. They
reject it in perfect keeping with the logic of their attitude of escape from life.
The result of this is, however — as I have tried to show in another book,l —
the lowering of the biological quality of the whole bulk of them who are not
committed to an actually monastic life. And this levelling provides, in its turn,
the ground for the development of a man-centred philosophy in practice, be it
against the logic of the original faiths.
But it is in Christianity and Islam, the great international equalitarian
religions rooted in Jewish thought, that the man-centred tendency,
characteristic of our fallen world (and more specially of the advanced Dark
Age) appears in all its strength. There, far from being an attribute of the
faithful, in contradiction with the philosophy that they are expected
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See “Gold in the Furnace” (edit. 1952), p. 212 and following.
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See footnote p. 253.
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accepted barriers is justified. One should not make him responsible for the
shocking blood-mixtures that took place all over the Near East at a yet
unheard-of rate, after him. They were fateful — as I said: signs of times. And
consequences of a rapidly spreading man-centred attitude to life, for the
generalisation of which the Greek speaking Jews of all the important trade
and culture centres of the Hellenic world, specially of Alexandria, bear the
heaviest responsibility.
Outspoken racialists with regard to their own people, but active
promoters of anti-racial internationalism in the midst of other nations, it is
they, the everlasting “ferments of disintegration,” chosen agents of the Death-
forces in our advanced Dark Age, who prepared, through multifarious
“esoteric” adaptations of Hebrew ideas to Greek philosophy (and, at the same
time, through intensified intimacy with women of all races in all the seaports
of the Mediterranean) the double conditions for the development of a great
international, man-centred, anti-racial and anti-natural religion, intended, in
the course of centuries, to deliver the West, — and, through the growth of
Western influence, the world: teeming bastardised masses, and an
intelligenzia entirely won over to a man-centred philosophy — into their
hands. Whether to their own knowledge or not, — certainly to the knowledge
and under the pressure of those invisible Powers of darkness who rule the
visible world more and more absolutely as one millennium succeeds the other
in the Age of Gloom, — they made possible the career of such a man as
Philo the Jew, also called Philo the Platonician,1 who paved the way which
the Fathers of the Church and, after them, so many Christian writers were to
tread. Their intellectual internationalism, rooted in that idea of the “dignity of
man” which is so perfectly expressed in the Jewish Kabbala, drew the
thinking Greeks of Alexandria and of the Near East further away from the
example, the dreams, the spirit of the fair-haired young war-lord from the
North to whom Greece, in her collective pride, had rendered divine honours.
And they slowly replaced their more and more obsolete State-patriotism not
by the consciousness and pride of a broader brotherhood of similar blood
comprising Hellenes and Persians (and, ultimately, all Aryans) but by the
superstition of “man” in general — “man” as distinct from and opposed to both
created Nature
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Philo taught in Alexandria in the first part of the first century A.D.
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and Godhead. And thus their descendants were, less than three hundred
years after the death of the Macedonian hero, willing to accept the new
wording of the old Jewish lie — Paul’s message: “God hath made all nations
out of one blood,”1 — at least, willing to hear it with the smiling equinamity of
indifference, while their children or grandchildren would accept it
wholeheartedly.
The old lie of the fallen ages — the superstition of “man,” older in fact
than the Jews, — corrupted the blood and killed the spirit not merely of the
Hellenes but of many other Aryan nations, from the Romans onwards. It is the
curse of the modern world.
Christianity is also not the only expression it assumed in order to spread
far and wide, taking advantage of most men’s damnable conceit and
unsurmountable cowardice: of their mania of wanting to feel personally
important in some way or another, — in someone’s eyes — and of wanting to
“hang on” to something, when faced with the mystery of death. Several
Eastern religions of “salvation,” in particular the new forms of the very ancient
cults of Cybele and of Mithra, centred like Christianity, round the “infinite
value of the individual human soul” irrespective of the body it animates, had,
along with the young religion of crucified Jesus, a following in the Roman
Empire. But none possessed that conquering fanaticism which the latter owed
to the tradition of the “jealous God” of the Jews. None proclaimed itself, like it,
not “a” way among others but “the” only, way to salvation. None was, like it,
prepared to use any Dark Age methods in order to raise itself, in the Empire
and beyond, to the status of the only faith. In other words, none had, like it,
already become, or was, at the first given opportunity, susceptible of
becoming, to the same extent as it, a formidable organisation “in Time.” And
that is precisely, why Constantine, that perspicacious politician, gave the
Christians his imperial protection: salvation-seekers as well adapted as they
to the conditions of success in this world were the most likely to give the
Empire, quickly, at least some sort of unity of faith — better than no unity at
all. And that is also why so many kings and war-lords of the best blood —
personally, the last men one could have expected to adhere either to the
unwordly, peace-loving creed “above Time” which
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Acts of the Apostles, Chapter 17, Verse 26.
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gold. They overlook the fact that there are no such creatures as “former
Nazis,” even if there be — alas! — plenty of former members of the
N.S.D.A.P. nay, plenty of people formerly in high position in the National
Socialist State, who never were National Socialists at all. Such people were,
in the days they acclaimed Adolf Hitler, either unaware of what they were
doing, or consciously playing a double game for the benefit of the anti-Nazi
forces: either simpletons or traitors. Adolf Hitler’s full-fledged followers, who
knew from the start what they stood for and what they wanted, have neither
denied their principles nor accepted compromises. And if some of them seem
to have done so — outwardly — it is only in order that they might deliberately
work themselves into the governing machinery of both halves of the hostile
world, and bring about its collapse at the first opportunity. They may, — those
real ones, more supple but no less genuine than their silent brothers in faith
— appear to have affinities with the “free world” in a renewed and, this time,
shockingly insincere “struggle against Communism,” or, under different
circumstances — when it suits the one sacred purpose — they may seem to
have affinities with the disciplined Communists of East Germany, in a no less
insincere “struggle against the Money-power.” In reality, they are that which
they always were; that which their genuine brothers in faith have stubbornly
and openly remained; that which all true followers of Adolf Hitler are: bearers
of the perennial faith of Light and Life in its present-day form; enthusiastic
agents of the perennial cosmic forces “against Time.” They reject within their
hearts, as uncompromisingly as they always did, the Jewish-sponsored
dogma of the “dignity of man.” Both Communists and Anti-Communists of the
present brand would flatly refuse to have anything to do with them, if only
they could read into their souls and know them as they are. And were they,
with or without the material help of any section of the hostile Dark Age world,
again to rise to power, again Communists and “Anti-Communists” would
forget their non-essential antagonism, and coalesce against them and against
the reborn National Socialist State, exactly as they did during the Second
World War. Again the whole world, stamped with the every day more glaring
characteristics of the advanced Dark Age, would “defend itself” — defend its
tired, sickly, increasingly bastardised, ugly humanity, and the deep-rooted
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prejudices without which the latter could not survive — against the defiant
detractors of every weakness and of every sickness; the haters of all forms of
decay. Again it would rise in an unanimous “crusade” to crush the men who
love not “man” as he is, but the proud human aristocracy in the making, as it
one day will be, once it will have stood the test of the Dark Age; the men who
are ready, here and now, and without a need of pity or sadness, to sacrifice
present-day man to that race of living gods, which the youngest and boldest
of the races of this earth — the Aryan — is to become, through the ceaseless
struggle of its natural élite against the current of Time. Again it would react as
it did only a few years ago, for it would again more or less dimly realise that
the actual forces facing each other on the material plane are (and always
have been, and always will be) the same: the forces “in Time” and the forces
“against Time.” (They will be the same till the definitive triumph of the latter,
and the end of the Dark Age.)
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used them as a murderer uses his knife, and in the eyes of all its enemies, be
they foreigners or Germans, who knew what they were doing, the crime of
National Socialism was that it rejects the superstition of the “dignity of man” in
favour of the everlasting, life-centred Wisdom “against Time” and, what is
more, that it claims to remould the Aryan world in accordance with that
Wisdom; that it proclaims the rights (and duties) of the strong and beautiful —
of the healthy, pure-blooded élite — in the place of the rights of “man”
indiscriminately, and that it did all it could to rule “against Time,” in the spirit of
that proud faith of the best; in one word, that it raises what I call “the S.S.
outlook on life” (I can find no more eloquent expression to characterise it) in
the place of the Judeo-Christian (and Communist) love of “man.”
It certainly is no mere coincidence that, of all the organisations closely
connected with the defence of the National Socialist State, the S.S. is
precisely the one which has been (and still is) the most bitterly hated by the
enemies of the Hitler faith: first and foremost by the Jews, whose aversion to
it is well nigh pathological; then by the Communists and by the Catholics, and
finally by the non-descript “decent people” of all degrees of mediocrity —
even by such narrow-minded nationalists of countries other than Germany as
should normally, (given the personal career of some of them1) be the last
ones to censure any supporters of ruthlessness in warfare or in coercion. The
most bitterly hated and the most widely slandered; and the most relentlessly
and the most savagely persecuted, no sooner persecution became materially
possible; the one body, hundreds of thousands of members of which have
died a martyr’s death in the anti-Nazi extermination camps of practically all
countries of Europe — and of their colonies — and of the Soviet Union, or in
the cellars and torture chambers of the Allied Prisons, after the war;
thousands of members of which are I still in chains for so-called “war crimes,”
in Siberia, no doubt, but elsewhere also — in Holland, in France, in Greece,
— even ten years after Germany’s unconditional surrender; all members of
which were collectively stamped by the judges of the international Tribunal of
Nuremberg as “belonging to a criminal
1
For example that of the French “résistant” Jacques Soustelle, as “Governor of Algiers, in 1956.
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organisation,” and are, still to-day, after all these years, more or less
everywhere (save in Germany itself) looked upon as such by the broad,
uncritical masses, who have lived (or have been told about) the Second
World War.
It is no mere coincidence. And by no means also, a fact which the so-
called “crimes against humanity,” rightly or mistakingly or willfully wrongly
ascribed to numbers of S.S. men by the Nuremberg judges, would suffice to
account for. No armies, ancient or modern, — and those of the united anti-
Nazi front, less than any — and no police organisations are innocent of so-
called “crimes against humanity”: acts of violence which obvious military
necessities (or State necessities) cannot entirely justify. The history of the
whole world is eloquent enough — and that of all great colonial powers of the
past and of the present, particularly eloquent — in that respect.
But why mention colonial powers and the multifarious horrors
connected with the repression of resistance movements in tropical lands — or
with the conquest of those very lands — by greedy crusaders of man-loving
creeds? Were not Eisenhower’s gallant “crusaders to Europe” themselves
lashingly censured, and that by non-Nazis and even by anti-Nazis — by
Maurice Bardèche, a sincere Christian; by Frida Utley, a Communist, or at
least the wife of one, — for their disgusting behaviour in Germany in and after
1945? And has not the American judge van Roden, who was sent to
investigate into the atrocities perpetrated by his compatriots upon Germans
(in fact, upon S.S. men) in connection with the all-too-notorious “Malmédy
case,” clearly declared in 1948 that, were one seriously desirous of detecting
and chastising “war criminals,” one should send home the “whole American
Occupation forces” so that they be legally and impartially tried?
It is true that the victors of 1945 never had the slightest, desire of being
“impartial,” let alone “just.” Apparently what they had decided to punish were
German “war criminals only — not their own. But even that is not rigorously
accurate. At least, that does not suffice to explain why they drew such a
definite line between German soldiers of the Wehrmacht and German
soldiers of the Waffen S.S. and no line at all between the latter and the
members of the elder organisation known as “Algemeine S.S.”: the only one
out of which Were recruited the Security Service, the Secret State Police
(commonly
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known as Gestapo1) and the staff of the concentration camps, i.e. all men
entrusted with the inner defence of the National Socialist State. It does not
suffice to explain why the German (and, during the war, also non-German)
regiments labelled as Schutz-Stafeln — S.S. — be they police or field units,
were, as a whole, and without discrimination, branded as units of a “criminal
organisation,” while their fellow formations of the Wehrmacht, Marine,
Luftwaffe, etc, were not; why the victorious Allies and, along with them, the
post-war press and radio, literature and cinema industry — all the forces of
the anti-Nazi world — went out of their way to persecute, humiliate or revile
every S.S. man, whatever he might have done or not have done, while they
persecuted mostly individual officers and men out of the Wehrmacht and
other German fighting forces, and presented their occasional so-called “war
crimes” as individual cases of unjustified violence. It does not suffice to
explain that reputation of cold-blooded barbarity which the whole S.S. — the
Waffen S.S. no less than the “Allgemeine” — has acquired during and after
the war, and the horror attached to its name to this day among the gullible
masses of practically all countries, with the natural exception of Germany
(and of Austria, which is, whatever one may say, a part of Germany) of Spain,
and probably of Japan, where, I expect, no amount of democratic nonsense
can kill men’s inborn admiration for any faithful soldiers.
The truth is that, what roused — and still rouses — the hatred and fury
of the “common man” in nearly all lands — and the very understandable fears
of the intelligent leading Anti-Nazis, specially of the top-most Jews, actual
rulers of the present-day world, — was (and is) not so much the German so-
called “war crimes” themselves as the particular conception of life, the
particular scale of values of some of those men who are alleged to have
committed them or ordered them. For that which nearly the whole world of
this advanced Dark Age stood up to combat and to crush, with a more or less
clearly expressible but nevertheless most definite sense of self-defence, was
not, in reality “violence,” not “crime” — not even “crime against humanity,” in
the material meaning of the word — but National Socialism,, or more
precisely, Hitlerism: the latest expression of the
1
Geheime Staatepolizei
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perennial cosmic Wisdom “against Time”; Hitlerism, the creed of the healthy,
strong and beautiful, in their place at the head of a creation of which “man” is
but a part; the creed of triumphant Life — of Nature — as opposed to the
commonly accepted creed of “man.” And that which distinguished the whole
S.S. — the “allgemeine” and the other — from the rest of the German forces,
and justified, in the eyes of the world of our Age (from the Nüremberg judges
and the leading Jews behind them, down to the most irresponsible specimen
of two-legged mammal whom anti-Nazi propaganda could possibly reach)
that name of “criminal organisation” indiscriminately applied to it, remains the
sole fact that it was, or, at least was intended to be, the National Socialist
body par excellence; the physical and moral élite of awakening Aryandom;
the living, conscious kernal out of which and round which the yet unborn race
of gods on earth — regenerate Aryandom — was to take shape and soul.
In other words, the S.S. as a whole had, in new Germany, the meaning
which new Germany herself had among the people, of the broad Aryan
family: that of being the innermost and highermost stronghold of the wisdom
“against Time”; the ferment of regeneration, determined to overcome
millenniums of decay. Is it a wonder that the very agents of the forces of
decay treated it as they did — and as they do?
***
1
Georges Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p, 103.
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that this same condition (of not having even a single decaying tooth) was,
among others, imposed, in ancient Greece, upon those who wished to
become priests of Apollo, the god of Light. I must also add that, apart from
revealing, at the medical test, a more than average sharpness of sight and
hearing, S.S. men were all to be possible givers of blood. The letter indicating
his particular blood-group — A, B, or O, — was tattooed under the right arm
of every one of them, to make things easier in emergency cases. Useless to
stress that all S.S. men had to be of irreproachable Aryan blood. The
genealogy of each and every one of them was studied with utmost care —
generations back1 — before his admission.
The ideal of physical cleanliness and of absolute health — the natural
basis of more-than-physical purity — was exalted among them to the
supreme degree; exalted in their training as a conscious élite and in their
daily life within the barracks and outside. “The rooms in which they lived and
all objects which they used had to be washed and scrubbed, polished and
shined every day. S.S. men were entitled to have uniforms and equipment of
the very best quality, but the obligations imposed upon them with regard to
presentation and cleanliness were unbelievable. At the time of the daily
inspection the soldier was expected to look as though he had come ‘fresh out
of a box’.... “As a result of the most severe inspection of all — the one that
took place before the weekly day’s leave — one man out of three was sent
back on account of some trifling omission.”2
“An S.S. man who caught a venerial disease was punished. The
punishments consisted in supplementary military exercises (Aufmarsch:
standing, lying, marching, running, crawling, with full equipment, for an hour)
in imprisonment, or expulsion from the S.S. community.”3
And, side by side with a deadly, machine-like efficiency, carried,
through intensive drill, to the limits of perfection, were cultivated — carried,
they too, to their highest degree — among S.S. men, those exceptional
qualities of character, the outcome of which is personal value and also
efficiency: a complete mastery over one’s nerves; serene indifference to
one’s individual fate; absolute detachment within utmost thoroughness
1
Up to 1600 A.D. at least.
2
George Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 104.
3
George Blond, Ibid., p. 104.
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and utmost skill. In other words, being already the physical and racial élite,
the S.S. was expected to be, at the same time, a perfect organisation and a
perfect aristocracy of character and deeper intelligence; an unfailing
instrument of war (or of coercion) and a brotherhood of real supermen; the
all-round conscious élite of our Age: heroes “against Time” accepting all the
conditions of their extraordinary mission; accepting the mechanising tyranny
of drill — twelve hours a day of the most exacting military exercises1 — not
with “resignation” but with understanding and with joy, knowing it was a
means to invincibility, at any rate a means to the most terrible efficiency in the
fulfillment of duty; and loving duty, — their duty; their action for the triumph of
truth on earth; their struggle “in the interest of the Universe” — above all.
The military exercises were carried out under the actual conditions of
modern war, with all the dangers that this implies. “Danger of accidents bred
vigilance, and was an element of the S.S. education.”2 The young future
officers were put to even harder tests than the soldiers. “One of these tests,
intended to develop self-control, was the following: the young officer, standing
in the position of “attention,” held a grenade in his right hand. On command,
he was to unscrew it, to hit upon the fire-lever, and then, ... to place the
grenade upon his helmet and while remaining in the position of “attention” —
erect and immobile and perfectly calm — “to wait for the explosion.”3 A Hindu
would probably think: a beautiful exercise in the training of Western “Karma
Yogis.” And he would be right.
All this however, — the fact of being a physical and, what is more, a
racial élite, no less than a deadly efficient instrument of action (a merciless
police-force and, in the case of the Waffen S.S, the toughest of all tough
troops of the German Army) — would hardly have been enough to raise the
S.S. above the best German military bodies of all times; to place it in a
different class of warriors; and to bring down upon it, indiscriminately, the
hatred of the Dark Age world. But let me once more quote Georges Blond:
“Three times a week the S.S. recruits
1
In the second degree training of the Waffen S.S., after the young recruits’ oath. See George
Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 106.
2
Georges Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 105.
3
Georges Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 106.
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had a course in political education: lectures about the Führer’s person and
about his life; about the National Socialist doctrine and the history of the
Party; but before all about the racialist Teaching. The two basic books were
Walter Darré’s “Die Rasse” and Rosenberg’s “Mythus des XX Jahrhunderts.”
“On the form he had filled demanding his admission, the future S.S.
man had nearly always written, opposite the word ‘religion,’ the answer:
Gottgläubig — believer in God. It was not the thing to do to write down
‘atheist,’ or ‘Lutheran’; still less ‘Catholic.’ Gottgläubig. That ‘belief in God’ did
not” — religiously, or rather, dogmatically speaking — “imply much. The
important point was to be convinced, or ready to let one’s self be convinced,
of the necessity and of the excellence of the advent of a ‘blood aristocracy’
that was to rule alone over the rest of mankind. The superior blood was the
Aryan, and more particularly the Germanic or Nordic. The Latin people were
held to be not very interesting, the Jews were looked upon as mud and
vermin. Christianity was a religion soaked in Judaism, and even an
undertaking carried on under Jewish inspiration, with a view to revile man by
inculcating him a feeling of sinfulness.
It is an error to believe that cruelty was systematically cultivated.
Friendliness and kindness towards children and towards animals were
recommended to S.S. men. But the tree of blood aristocracy and of the
deified State could not bear fruits of meekness and humanity. Pride always
carries within it the seed of cruelty.”1
Through this reportage of a non-Nazi — and nobody save a non-Nazi,
nay, nobody save a definite opponent of the Hitler faith in its essence (i.e. an
opponent of it not necessarily on the political but certainly on the
philosophical plane) could write such a sentence as the last one, which I
purposely quoted — one can, to some extent, understand the historical
significance of the S.S. and account for the world-wide hatred of which that
organised, warlike Aryan aristocracy has been, and still is, the object.
At the root of both, there is that explicit and uncompromising repudiation
not merely of “Christianity,” but of that which I have called “the values
common to Christianity and to all man
1
Georges Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 102-103.
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centred faiths”; to all faiths “in Time,” be they other-worldly or of this world;
the repudiation of the values which appeal to bastardised masses (and all the
more so that these are more bastardised); there is the haughty rejection of
that dogma of the superexcellence of “man,” outcome of immeasurable
human conceit and, more and more, for the last two and a half thousand
years or so, of Jewish sophistry. That, and that alone, is what this Dark Age
world could not and cannot and never will be able to forgive the S.S.; that,
and not its so-called “war crimes” and “crimes against humanity” (the “decent
people” and their leaders commit or encourage or tolerate far worse horrors);
that, and not its terrible efficiency, nor its purity of blood as a fact, nor even its
German pride and thirst of expansion.
The famous Teutonic Knights of the Middle Ages were pure-blooded
Germans and merciless warriors; conquerors of new lands for a German
Reich that was already pushing eastwards with all its young strength. They
were the sword that prepared the way for the German settlers’ plough —
exactly what the S.S. would have been, had the Russian campaign ended
victoriously, i.e. had the anti-Communist Western Allies left Russia to her fate.
Yet they were not “war criminals” or “criminals against humanity,” whatever
violence they might have exerted. For they fought and conquered in the name
of Christianity, with the blessing of the Catholic Church — it was the only way
to carry on a successful German Ostpolitik in the twelfth, thirteenth or
fourteenth century. And had the toughest among the modern German forces
— the S.S. — done the same, or that which can be, to-day, regarded as the
equivalent of the same, namely, had it fought and conquered with the
selfsame violence, the self-same ruthlessness, nay, the self-same national
fanaticism, but in the name of the “rights of man” against the “bolshevik
danger” considered as a menace to “man’s dignity” and to “individual
freedom,” never would it have been collectively branded as a “criminal
organisation” by an international Law Court — never; not even if Germany
had finally lost the war. (In that case it is, in the first place, probable that
Germany would have won. For the world-wide coalition of Communists and
Anti-Communist against her would not have taken shape.)
But there is more: whatever people may say, now that
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powerful material interests have torn asunder the Yalta front, I doubt whether
the toughest and most fanatical units of the Red Army — whose fanaticism
can match that of the S.S. and whose brutality has, already in this war, by far
beaten its — be, even after a conflict between the so-called “free world” and
the Soviet Union ending with the latter’s unconditional surrender, collectively
stamped as groups of a “criminal organisation.” I doubt it because, however
much the so-called “free world” may profess to hate Communism,
Communism does not profess to attack that deep-seated superstition of
“man” which is the implicit faith of the Dark Age. On the contrary! That very
superstition lies at the root of Marxism even more so than at the root of
historical Christianity or of humanitarian. Atheism, of which Marxism is but the
logical prolongation in a world increasingly dominated by “technique.” The
only, way to carry on any successful national Ostpolitik (or Westpolitik) in our
Dark Age, is to carry it on under the mantle of some form or other of that
international superstition.
National Socialist Germany carried on the struggle for her existence
against that superstition; against the accumulated moral prejudices of Dark
Age mankind; I repeat: “against Time.” She fought for her existence, being
herself the citadel of the Hitler faith. And the S.S. — indiscriminately, whether
Waffen S.S. or “allgemeine” — was and remains the great dedicated Knightly
Order of the Hitler faith. For no other reason has the Dark Age world
persecuted it with such elemental hatred.
***
After all that has been written before, during and after the war
concerning the alleged “ungodliness” of National Socialism, it is striking to
read in Georges Blond’s reportage, that the word a young man would
generally write down in, answer to “religion,” in the form he had to fill in view
of his admission into the S.S, was not “atheist” but “believer in God.” It is
striking to read that “it was not the thing to do” to write down “atheist” —
“atheist” or, by the way, “Lutheran” and still less “Catholic”; in other words:
“atheist” or “Christian.” And yet, therein lies, perhaps, a hint at the
fundamental difference between the National Socialist Weltanschauung, or,
rather, the National Socialist attitude to life, and that of all Anti-Nazis.
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For the “Atheism” with which one is here concerned — that “Atheism” which is
“not the philosophy to profess,” for a man expected to set the example of
National Socialist orthodoxy — has nothing to do with the wisdom of the
various “atheistic” schools of thought of Ancient India. It is just usual modern
European “Atheism”: the hasty — uncritical — denial of, or at least, the
complete absence of interest in “all that one cannot see,” on the part of men
who have rejected the personal God of the Christian Churches while
remaining as faithful as ever to the Christian values, i.e. to what I have called
the superstition of “man.”
Is not “man” as a whole the most evolved of all visible creatures upon
this planet? True, the enormous differences in beauty, in nobility, in
intelligence, which distinguish human races from one another are so obvious,
they too, — so visible; — that one should hardly need any definite
metaphysics in order to acknowledge them, and to regard not “man” but alone
superior man — man of the superior races — as the masterpiece of Life’s
patient artistry as we see it. Yet, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, people
who style themselves as “materialists” — as “atheists,” believers in “hard
facts” — are, in that respect, as blind as those who postulate the existence of
some invisible, transcendent, yet personal and man-loving “God.” Their
“atheism” has all the ethical characteristics of historical Christianity. It is
intimately interwoven with the self-same moral prejudices as it in favour of “all
men,” irrespective of personal and racial differences with the self-same
ferocious partiality in favour of “man” in general, as opposed to other living
creatures. Like it, — and like all man-centred faiths of whatever metaphysical
tenets and whatever origin, — it places the most idiotic or perverse, and ugly,
human weakling of any race infinitely above the most perfect specimen of
non-human Creation: above a splendid healthy lion or tiger; above a beautiful
healthy tree. Or, to speak more accurately, the average European “atheist” or
“materialist,” sub-consciously soaked in Judeo-Christian morals, loves any
repulsive human weakling (or human devil) more than he does the most
majestic dumb animals of the earth; more than he does the most loveable
and beautiful cat or dog or horse, and all the trees of all the forests.. Like the
average Christian, he believes that Nature is there for man to exploit
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to his utmost advantage. And the most abominable forms of that ever-
intensified exploitation — vivisection; circuses; the fur industry, etc., — do not
trouble his moral conscience; at least have never yet troubled it enough for
him to cause their suppression. “Man” is, in his eyes, whatever be his
objective value as a living creature, his individual and racial place in the
general scheme of life, the one creature (or, at any rate, by far the first
creature) to be loved and helped and saved. However contemptible he be,
individually or racially, from a cosmic standpoint, he is, in his estimation,
always worth saving — be it at the cost of any amount of suffering,
disfiguration or destruction of the rest of living creatures; always worth saving
just because he happens to be “a man.”
To those few full-fledged believers in Adolf Hitler who have well
understood and wholeheartedly accepted the basic principles of his Teaching
with all their logical implications, nothing is as repugnant as that moral and
metaphysical attitude. All brands of Christianity imply it. That is the reason
why none of them was, on the part of whoever accepted to become a model
of National Socialist orthodoxy, “the thing to write down” in answer to the
question: “religion?” Atheism — I repeat: not the abstract atheism of certain
schools of Aryan thought in Ancient India, but average present-day Western
atheism: that of the Communist associations of the “Godless” in Russia; that
of ninety-nine per cent of those Europeans who have stepped out of every
Christian Church without realising in the least the absurdity of all man-centred
ethics — is, in fact, closely connected with it, although it may, philosophically
speaking, imply nothing of the kind. That is why the orthodox National
Socialist, or he who sincerely wished to open his heart to the influence of
National Socialist orthodoxy, could be no “atheist.”
He could — and can — be no follower of any man-centred faith, for all
these are faiths “in Time,” faiths of decadence, faiths expressing in a more or
less naive more or less sophisticated form, that unchanged blasphemous
conceit of man as such — that rebellion of man against the Cosmic Order —
through which decay started, millenniums ago. He was — and is — to be a
“believer in God”; not in the personal, transcendent and all-too-human “God”
of the Christians (and of many “Theists”); not in a “God” made in the image of
any man or men — least
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of all in the image of the Jews — but in that immanent Creative Force which
manifests Itself in all Life’s masterpieces at all levels of its endless effort; in
perfect man and in every perfect specimen of non-human creation; in other
words, he was to be a believer in the reintegration of man into the cosmic
Scheme, according to the original divine pattern of the latter, which implies
the natural racial hierarchy of human beings and their individual inequality,
not their indiscriminate “dignity” and “equal rights.” For his “belief in God,”
which, in Georges Blond’s eyes, “did not imply much” implied at least that —
or the readiness to accept that as unquestionable truth. Georges Blond
immediately says so himself, strangely disconnecting this admission from his
former statement. Let me repeat my quotation of his words: “The important
thing was to be convinced or ready to let one’s self be convinced of the
necessity and of the excellence of the advent of a blood aristocracy that was
to rule alone over the rest of mankind. The superior blood was the Aryan, and
more particularly the Germanic or Nordic, etc...”1
It is a fact that this conception of a naturally hierarchised world, with a
natural — God-ordained; not arbitrarily man-chosen, — blood-aristocracy, in
its place at the head of it, is incompatible with any faith that exalts “man” en
bloc; man as an alleged privileged species (regardless of the tremendous
differences between one human race and another, nay, between one human
individual and another,) at the expense of all the rest of the living. It is a fact
that it is incompatible with all faiths and all philosophies, the scale of values of
which rests upon the dogma of the “dignity of man”: upon the idea of the
infinite price of the “human soul” (to the exclusion of all other living souls) and
of the “rights” of man, whoever he be; incompatible with all faiths and all
philosophies which proclaim, among other things, that “all men” have the
“right to live” and that they are “all” worth saving.
According to that proud and ruthless wisdom — both essentially
aesthetic and warrior-like — which was and remains that of the S.S, the
supreme blood-aristocracy of mankind (the militant élite of the Aryan race)
has not to “save” its inferiors, but to continue perfecting itself, according to
Nature’s purpose; it has not to “love all men” and to sacrifice the rest of the
beautiful realm of Life to “man’s” ends, but to love perfection —
1
Georges Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 102.
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health, in all its glory, — both in its own members and in the lovely healthy
representatives of all natural species (including those of the noblest non-
Aryan human races) and to sacrifice, always and everywhere, the sickly and
the deficient to the healthy, the weak to the strong, the imperfect to the
perfect; it has to be the privileged Legion that prepares “against Time” —
regardless of the general tendency of the present-day world to forward decay
— the god-like Perfection of the coining Golden Age; the chosen minority
which, already now, at the darkest period of the Dark Age, foreshadows,
through its own very existence, something of the unthinkable Golden Age
beauty, just as the first streak of light at the Eastern horizon foreshadows, in
the yet lasting night, the splendour of the coming Sunrise. It has to be the
vanguard of those whom a mathematically just Destiny, rooted in their
inherited virtues, will prompt to cross the “bridge” which Nietzsche mentions
— the bridge between animalhood and supermanhood — while men of lesser
dynamism and lesser detachment will fall from it into the primaeval Pit. It has
to possess the mercilessness of the Nietzschean warrior — not that of the
fool, who does not know why he kills; nor that of the passionate, who thinks
he knows why, but makes a mistake, and deplores his own violence when it is
over, but that of the wise, conscious of the necessity of his violence in the
interest not of fallen “man” but of “the Universe” (again to use a word from the
Bhagavad-Gita); the mercilessness of the wise, in the interest of the
perfection that he represents and prepares; of the wise who knows himself to
be in the service of the forces of Life, and who regrets nothing. It has to
possess, also, the kindness of the Nietzschean) warrior, which is a sign of
understanding and of serenity, and a tribute to the divinity of Life. Georges
Blond cannot help mentioning the fact (although he may not give it its full
significance) when he actually writes that “friendliness and kindness towards
children and animals were recommended to S.S. men.”1
They were not recommended, in fact, to S.S. men alone, but to each
and every National Socialist. They are in absolute keeping with the whole
philosophy of the Swastika, which is a typically life-centred one. They are in
keeping with those simple and beautiful commandments contained in that
which
1
Georges Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 103.
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1
Quoted by Maurice Bardèche in “Nüremberg II ou les faux-monnayeurs,” p. 88.
2
See Fran Schmidt’s case in my book “Defiance” (edit 1951), p. 330-342.
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victims into the gas chambers ... were those same men who would nurse a
wounded dog’s paw with all a hospital sister’s tender care.”1 In the first case:
bewilderment and indignation. In the second case: also bewilderment, but an
indignation of a still baser nature; an indignation rooted in the bitterness of
wounded conceit; in the jealousy of the two-legged mammal who cannot bear
the thought of anybody treating a four-legged creature better than him or at
least better than certain specimens of his kind. In both cases, on the part of
the alleged defenders of “liberty,” a complete lack of understanding for any
scale of values which is the denial of their own; in both cases, on the part of
the average man, soaked in his man-centred superstition, — for millenniums
accustomed to regard his increasingly decaying brood as the centre of all
things — hatred; wild hatred for that iron Legion of men “against Time” who
love cosmic Perfection, not “man”; or, at the most, man and all creatures, to
the extent they reflect and announce cosmic Perfection.
What a votary of the actual S.S. faith could answer, — what, in fact, no
National Socialist dares to answer, precisely because he more or less dimly
feels, in this controversy of values, the real cause of the world-wide coalition
against all he loves and reveres, — is the following: “Of course we do not, as
you people, love all children just because they are “man’s” young ones! We
are, thanks to our natural privilege of superior blood, destined to build,
patiently and stubbornly, collective supermanhood. “Man” — fallen man;
sickly or bastardised man, promised to perdition, i.e. lost to this earth, — does
not interest us. We love, no doubt, the beautiful, healthy, pureblooded
children of our own young and beautiful Aryan race: those who can and will
grow into supermen — who will, at least, beget and bear supermen, in course
of time. We love the healthy, pure-blooded children of other noble races: they
are beautiful at their own level and according to their own pattern; beautiful,
when healthy; and we hope to make them, sooner or later, our allies in the
struggle we are carrying on. But Jewish brats — and that, in war time, of all
things; when the food problem was becoming acute for our own people? And
1
Translated under the title: “Libres propos sur la guerre et la paix,” p. XXIII.
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when the British and Americans were pouring streams of fire upon us, to
please their Jewish masters? No, my friends! Anyhow, a two year-old Jew is
a Jew. And in twenty years’ time, he will be twenty-two, and will work against
us and against our purpose. It is his “raison d’être” to be our opponent, in the
natural play of forces. Why on earth should we spare him in the bud?
Because “God made him”? “God” made all sorts of parasites: flees and bugs
and lice and what not. Do you spare those? Or their eggs? The Jains — or
some Jains — I am told, do. They are as logical and uncompromising as we,
but serve a different ideal: an ideal entirely “above Time,” which leads their
ascetics straight to pious suicide through willful starvation. But we, whose
kingdom is of this earth, again, why should we spare whatever stands in our
way? A human parasite — or possible parasite — is far more dangerous than
a six-legged one; a human “ferment of decomposition,” far more dangerous
than any mildew.
Of course, he “is human.” That may be a reason for you people to
confer upon him that “right to live” which you so flatly deny to thousands of
harmless dumb animals that you sacrifice every day to “man.” It is no reason
for us to do the same. We are free — always have been; always shall be free
— from the superstition of “man.” I say: superstition, for your idea of “man” is
false; contrary to the dictate of Nature that made man a creature to “be
overcome” or to perish through decay; false, and dangerous, for it paralyses
the healthy impulse of men who, otherwise, could follow us along the harsh
and bloody road to collective supermanhood.
As for deficient children — or, by the way, deficient grownups, — well!
We are in the world to help Nature suppress all that is deficient; all that is
irredeemably deficient, that goes without saying; and also all that could,
perhaps, “be saved” — patched up — with a lot of patience and care, but that
is not worth saving. You people believe “all men” to be “worth saving”; worth
patching up. We don’t. We believe that the time, money and energy that one
now wastes on prolonging most sickly lives would be far better employed in
promoting the creation of such social conditions as would favour the birth of
healthy people only. Let the incurable weaklings be put out of the way from
the start, like among the Spartans, like among our own Nordic forefathers,
Vikings and others! Place to the
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healthy! Place to the strong — to the plants that grow, victoriously amidst
wind and storm, not in the artificial, even heat of green-houses!
Those children that we painlessly “put to sleep” because we could no
longer feed them, after your bombs had smashed our transport services to
atoms, were a different problem. We find it bitterly ironical that
“humanitarians” — and nay, such ones as took an active part in the savage
world-wide “crusade” against us — should reproach us with such acts of
mercy. Is not a painless death a thousand times better than death through
starvation — since anyhow death was to be the unavoidable solution? What
were we to do, according to your “superior” moral code? To watch the
children’s agony for days and days, while you continued setting our supplies
on fire and shelling our railway stations — and the children’s homes? It is
strange, to say the least, that such tender-hearted people as you did not think
of the “poor kids” before, and refrain, for their sake, from bombing our land.
Surely the kids would now still be alive, had we not been faced with the most
tragic hunger dilemma.
And now, let us speak of the alleged “contradiction” between what you
call our “humanity towards animals and bestiality towards human beings.” It
seems a contradiction to you, because you judge us with your scale of
values. But we have not your scale of values. We have not your silly
infatuation for “man,” — for man is anything but an homogeneous species of
which one can talk in one breath. We do not systematically love each and
every two-legged mammal more than the most noble four-legged ones. On
the contrary! We love, nay, we respect a perfect specimen of animal life — a
beautiful horse, dog or cat, or a wild beast in all its majesty — infinitely more
than a personally deficient or racially contemptible man; a so-called “thinking
creature” who does not think, or whose thoughts are mean, or dangerous;
specially if, in addition to that, the creature stands in our way in the political
field, as our alleged “victims” all did, more or less. We do not worship “man”
as he is — man in rebellion against Nature and against our Nature-inspired
wisdom — nor do we bow down before any man-loving, whimsical personal
“God,” conceived in the image of the meanest of men; before a “God” who
“saves” man alone, among all living beings, (and that, all the more joyfully
that
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***
It is here the place to recall a great German and a great Aryan, whose
name has become, after 1945, in the hearts of most non-German (and, I may
say, also of a considerable number of German) people, thanks to world-wide
Jewish propaganda, the symbol of every abomination: the Reichsführer S.S.,
Heinrich Himmler. I have said: of all National Socialist organisations, the S.S.
is the one the Anti-Nazis of most varied shades hate the most. Now, of all
S.S. men, Heinrich Himmler, — “head of Germany’s whole Police forces, and
later on, Home Minister; Reichskommissar for the ‘Consolidation of German
Nationhood,’ Chief of the Reserve Army, Chief of the Prisoner of War
Department, and, for a short time, (at the very end of the war) Commander of
a section of the Army,”1 — is the one the whole world detests the most.
I say: the whole world, and not merely “the Anti-Nazis,” this time, for I
know quite a number of sincere National Socialists who anything but revere
the Reichsführer’s memory, and that, apart from any personal reasons which
they might have to dislike him. They esteem he was “too hard”; in Georges?
Blond’s words, too “indifferent to human realities.” More than one former
concentration camp warder (or wardress) has told me so — after having
suffered for years in the Allied jails, for having carried out his orders. People
who feel that it is high time to do something to attract attention upon whatever
can recommend Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich to the admiration of an
increasingly “anti-Communist” West, try, more often than not, in that laudible
intention, to shift all the widely spoken-of “horrors” of the National Socialist
regime unto Himmler’s account. Had it not been for that “ice-cold fanatic,”
never would the Hitler Movement, originally so sound and beautiful, have
“deviated”; never would Germany have become a “police State”; and never
would the world have been faced with such atrocities as were, in 1945,
discovered to have taken place in the German concentration camps. So they
say. One would think it were Himmler’s fault if the world’s stubborn and stupid
millions believed Roosevelt’s — and Untermeyer’s
1
Paul Hausser, “Die Waffen S.S. in Einsatz.”
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1
George Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 182.
2
To the extent the document published as Adolf Hitler’s “Political Testament” is genuine.
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intended to be read to-day, and thrown into the fire to-morrow, after having
served its one purpose of contributing to bring my German comrades back to
power. I entirely agree that, for the time being, the memory of many of those
who have rendered the greatest services to the National Socialist cause — if
necessary, even that of such a man as Heinrich Himmler, — should be
sacrificed to the demands of the cleverest possible policy, in the immediate
interest of the Cause. But this book is not a political pamphlet. And to hide
this particular historical truth concerning Heinrich Himmler, would not serve
the interest of Hitlerism in the long run. The frank acknowledgement of it
leads anyhow to a better philosophical understanding of the great new faith
“against Time” (and also of the world-wide coalition against it.) This truth
must, sooner or later, be expressed. For it is nothing less than the
consequence of a fundamental datum, which explains it, (and even explains
the abrupt end of Himmler’s close and long collaboration with the Fuhrer) and
which is the following: Heinrich Himmler was what I shall call, for the sake of
convenience of speech, the Führer’s “lightning” counterpart: — a man
“against Time,” he too, despite the enormous distance that separates him, the
well-meaning disciple, from Adolf Hitler, the Man “against Time”; an idealist
he too, as so many held him to be in the early years of the Movement and as
some (who understand their National Socialist faith better than others) still
dare to consider him to-day, and not that unscrupulous and faithless fellow,
devoured with lust for personal power, that a pernicious propaganda has tried
to make out of him. (One has no grounds whatsoever to believe such
propaganda.) But an idealist with hardly any of the “Sun” qualities that the
Fuhrer so eminently possessed, and with all the “Lightning” characteristics —
all the traits of a man destined to act successfully “in Time” — which he partly
lacked; a man “against Time” by far “more ‘Lighting’ than ‘Sun’,” in glaring
contrast to Adolf Hitler.
He was not — and never pretended to be, — a Master. He lacked that
tremendous intuition which gave Adolf Hitler such an insight into cosmic
realities. He lacked that aesthetic type of intelligence which distinguishes all
creators and most prophets. He lacked that particular type of sensitiveness
which draws unfailingly the right line between the spirit and the letter of a true
doctrine; and also that particular suppleness
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1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 507.
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case, many dangerous Jewish “intellectuals” who, through written and spoken
word, stirred the whole world against National Socialist Germany, would
quietly have been packed off to Auschwitz without a return-ticket (or disposed
of in some still less spectacular but equally safe manner) instead of being
allowed to take the boat (or the aeroplane) that carried them to London, to
New York, to Bombay, and where not. In that case, no rich Jews would have
been able to leave Germany. They would have worked hard — dug canals,
built roads, cut stones for the rest of their lives — under the vigilant
supervision of S.S. men, instead of financing anti-Nazi newspaper articles,
and books and lectures, and movements, all over the world. And not only the
Jews, but also many a German enemy of the regime would have been denied
the opportunity of becoming, in later years, the hidden accomplice of Great
Britain, the U.S.A. and Soviet Russia, in their struggle to crush the new Aryan
order in the making. That beautiful New Order would have had, thanks to
Himmler’s methods applied in time to its defence, a chance to live.
These methods — and the spirit behind them — are, as regards their
application to war, defined in the Reichsführer’s well-known, and most
vehemently criticised, Posen speech of 1943: “...What happens to a Russian
or to a Czech does not interest me in the least.... That hostile nations be
prosperous or that they starve to death interests me only in connection with
that number of their citizens which we need as slaves. Otherwise, it does not
interest me. That ten thousand Russian women may die of exhaustion in
digging an anti-tank ditch interest me only to the extent that the ditch is
completed for Germany.... When someone comes and tells me: ‘I cannot
have that ditch dug by women and children; it would kill them, and therefore
be inhuman,’ I reply: ‘It is you the murderer of your German race! For if the
ditch be not dug in time, German soldiers will perish; and these are sons of
German mothers: men of your own blood....”
This speech has given, after the war, any amount of grist to the anti-
Nazi propaganda mill. One has deliberately forgotten that it is a war speech,
delivered at one of the most critical moments of a life and death struggle. One
has also, deliberately forgotten that the very equivalent of what Himmler here
openly says has been practised over and over and over again, in
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the course of all wars and all revolutions of history, without it hardly ever
having been as bluntly worded. No fighter is indeed interested in what might
happen to his enemies: all he wishes is to defeat them. And as for women
and children, one is compelled to use them as slave-labour when none other
is available and when the work to be done is urgent. Nor can one afford to
measure each and every person’s task to his or her strength, when the work
has to be ready within a definite and very short delay. To pretend one can is
nonsense. Not a single one of those “humanitarians” whom the Posen speech
fills — so they say! — with indignation, would sit and watch the enemy’s tanks
roll over his own people, instead of having an antitank ditch timely dug across
their way by whoever it be, including women and children if no male labour be
at hand. Again, as I noticed in one of the first chapters of this book: it is not
violence, but honesty about violence, which rapidly decreases at the end of
the Dark Age; not ruthlessness, but the frank and straightforward admission
of the necessity of ruthlessness in any revolutionary struggle, nay, in any
struggle whatsoever, if one wishes to be lastingly victorious; the admission
that “to overcome poison through counter-poison” — in the present case, to
overcome Marxism through National Socialism, its only antidote, — implies, in
war, exactly that which Himmler here mentions, and, in the domain of
coercive activity, concentration camps and gas chambers (or their
equivalent.)
The reason why Heinrich Himmler is so widely and so bitterly hated is
not really that he acted with the ruthlessness that one knows, — that self-
same ruthlessness, I repeat, which has characterised the historically decisive
action of all great fighters “in Time” or “against Time”: of those European
rulers who once forced Christianity upon their subjects or upon the people
they conquered; of the early warriors of Islam; of the Mongols in all their
campaigns; of the agents of the Holy Inquisition who defended the Roman
Church against heresy; of those early Shoguns of the Tokugawa Dynasty
who defended Japan against Christianity; of the men of the French
Revolution; and finally of the European colonialists who, willingly or without
meaning to, (ironical as this may sound in the case of some of them!) helped
to spread the Judeo-Christian infection — and its unexpected, but logical
consequence: the later Marxist infection — all over the world. It is not that he
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did this or that (or, rather, caused it to be done.) It is that he admitted, nay,
proclaimed, in such blunt and brutal words, the necessity of his action. It is,
more specially, that his action was accomplished neither in support of any
already existing man-centred creed (whether Christianity, “humanitarian”
Democracy, or Marxism) nor in the name of any new one, but for the triumph
of Germany viewed as the citadel of an unbendingly life-centred faith “against
Time”; for the glory of that cosmic (and not merely human) faith; for the
preparation of the advent and rule of Aryan supermen: gods on earth.
The advanced Dark Age world hates supermen, and is increasingly
anti-Aryan. It loves “man” — average man; the more mediocre the better! —
“man” as “God’s” alleged darling (and the actual darling of all philosophies
rooted in, or mixed up with, Jewish thought); it loves “poor, suffering
humanity”: the incurably sick; the cripple; the degenerate; and the vicious
weaklings of all races, to whom it would gladly sacrifice all the healthy beasts
of the earth. It believes in “human solidarity.” And any defiant denial of the
latter, such as is contained in the Posen speech, “shocks” it profoundly.
(What shocks me profoundly is that, among all those who feel “indignant” at
the “monstrosity” of the Posen speech, hardly any — if any at all — have ever
been kept awake, be it for half a night, at the thought of the sufferings of the
countless innocent sentient creatures tortured in the vivisection chambers of
the whole world in order to gratify man’s criminal curiosity, or to help him
“save” — or prolong — the lives of people who are not worth saving, or, at
any rate, to help him commercialise his diabolic ability as long as possible, at
those patients’ expense. This does, not urge me to “love humanity.”)
But there is more: the advanced Dark Age world, whose unifying faith
is, more and more, the superstition of “man,” felt, and still feels, (be it dimly)
that, had Heinrich Himmler enjoyed from the beginning of the National
Socialist régime the full powers he had in 1943; or, rather, had Adolf Hitler,
who actually was “more ‘Sun’ than ‘Lightning’,” possessed, along with his
god-like vision, and dynamism and power of synthesis, — along with all the
virtues and potencies and knowledge of a great creator “against Time,” who
is, as I once stated, necessarily a Man “above Time” also, — Heinrich
Himmler’s cold-blooded, abstract, exact and indiscriminate — mechanical —
destructiveness,
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untiringly directed against anything and anybody that stood in the way of
National Socialism; had he possessed Himmler’s policeman’s estrangement
to “human realities,” his contempt for all manner of shades and distinctions
between Jews and half-Jews (or quarter of Jews) on one hand, as well as
between “more or less” dangerous Anti-Nazis of Aryan blood, on the other,
the glorious Swastika faith would have triumphed. And a glorious new Aryan
humanity, an aristocracy of gods on earth, would have risen, pushing aside
(and leaving to die out naturally) or eliminating the bastardised millions we
know only too well. And it would have governed the earth in justice and in
truth — according to the scale of eternal natural values, which has nothing in
common with Christian-democratic, Social-democratic or Marxist morals.
But then, Adolf Hitler would not have been Adolf Hitler the One-before-
the-last and most tragic of all that series of men “against Time” that stretches
from the beginning of the far gone legendary “Silver Age”1 to the end of the
one in which we are living. He would have been, in our Time-cycle, the last
Embodiment of Him Who comes back, age after age “to establish on earth
the reign of righteousness”; the last, and fully successful One, Whom Sanskrit
Tradition names Kalki. For He alone will possess, mathematically balanced,
and all to the supreme degree, the virtues which seem incompatible. He
alone will be not merely “both ‘Sun’ and Lightning’,” but equally “Sun” and
“Lightning.”
Considered in the light of cosmic truth, the hatred of this advanced Dark
Age world for Heinrich Himmler is but an unconscious expression of its fear of
the invincible divine Destroyer, — Kalki — Who is to come. The East and
West — Marxists and Anti-Marxists or so-called such — vaguely felt (and
feel) that, had it been but for a little more “Lightning” power — a little more
“cold-blooded inhumanity” such as Himmler possessed — Adolf Hitler would
have been He, and have put an end to this Time-cycle.
***
This is so true that, of all Anti-Nazis the most justifiably such — the
most naturally such — the most conscious, the most
1
The Treta Yuga of Sanskrit Scriptures; the age immediately after the “Age of Truth.”
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purposeful, and those who, by far, understand the best the more-than-political
nature of National Socialism, namely, the Jews, seem to have been aware of
it. In December 1942, after noisy demonstrations in the streets of Jerusalem
and after a day of fasting, they gathered at the famous Wailing Wall and there
“invoked the Old Testament Jewish curse”1 against Adolf Hitler and three of
his closest collaborators. Which ones? Not Rudolf Hess, the chivalrous
idealist; the man who had risked his life and lost his freedom in order to try to
stop a fratricidal war. Hess was too deeply like the Führer; he possessed, like
he, more “Sun” than “Lightning” in his psychological makeup, and therefore
was not to be feared; moreover, he was, for a year and a half already, a
prisoner in the Tower of London. Not Julius Streicher either, although few
were as demonstratively “anti-Jewish” as he. For the Jews are practical
people — at least when they act systematically, as a nation. They do not
object to people being anti-Jewish; they merely object to their being
dangerous (from the Jewish point of view.) And Streicher was precisely too
demonstrative and too impulsive to be dangerous. Even the stories he
published in “Der Stürmer were too crudely related to be the last word in anti-
Jewish propaganda. (The Jewish horrors presented as a matter of course, by
Jews themselves, in the Old Testament, beat them anyhow!) No; the three
great Germans that the Rabbis of Jerusalem took the trouble to curse,
through immemorial performances of black magic, along with the Prophet and
Leader of awakening Aryandom were Dr. Goebbels, Hermann Göring and
Heinrich Himmler:2 all idealists; men “against Time,” in the service of the
same ideal as himself, but men possessing, to an even greater degree than
he, the qualities or advantages which secure success “in Time”: ruthlessness,
coupled with suppleness; a convenient and adaptable eloquence, that can lie
convincingly, whenever it is in the interest of the Cause; or that extraordinary
personal charm — the manners, the many-sided intellect and princely
extravagance — which made Göring’s contact with foreign plutocrats so easy
and so helpful;3 or Heinrich Himmler’s unhesitating mercilessness
1
See “The Goebbels Diaries” (New York, 1948), p. 250 — Entry of the 18th. December 1942.
2
See the same.
3
George Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 290.
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wherever the defence of the new German Reich, centre and citadel of a new,
regenerate Aryandom, was concerned. Men who were, precisely, not like the
Führer, but whose capacities completed his and forwarded his creation, in
which they all believed; men who often could, better than he, defeat the Dark
forces with their own weapons, be it with the diplomat’s friendly smile and
irresistible words of deceit, be it with the policeman’s irresistible pressure
upon alleged plotters until they break down and give away the names of other
plotters and the details of the plot — or die. Dangerous men, from the Jewish
standpoint; men such as Adolf Hitler needed; personalities such as, could
they have been harmoniously woven into his, would have made him the
dreaded One Whom he merely precedes and foreshadows: the last Man
“against Time,” Destroyer of this Dark Age world.
***
It is not that Adolf Hitler lacked eloquence or that he could not, when he
liked, be full of charm. More than anything else, his inspiring speech and the
fascination he exerted upon the masses, carried him to power. And his
personal charm won him many a friend. But his were the devastating
eloquence and the genuine, hypnotic fascination of a Prophet, not the artful
persuasiveness of a diplomat or of a “man of the world” — or of both in one.
The masses — the German masses, who are genuine, primitive;
fundamentally in quest of justice — and the, real élite: — the aristocracy of
blood and character; the men “against Time” — followed him as a matter of
course. But he was not the man to bargain with the wily leaders of this
advanced Dark Age, be they of the capitalistic or of the Communistic brand.
He tried (how many times did he not stretch out his hand to England in a spirit
of peace!) — but failed. An abyss gaped between all crafty professional
diplomats and him; nay, between all men who accepted the “values” of this
Age and him: an abyss which he (and they) increasingly felt to be
unbreachable, but which did not exist (or at least was not obvious) between
those same people and Hermann Göring, not to mention J. von Ribbentrop
and other men of the Third Reich. There were moments in which the Führer
was particularly
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aware of this difference and of his isolation in the midst of a hostile world that
had let hell loose all round him It is in one of those moments that he is said to
have declared — on the 22nd of April 1945, in presence of General Keitel and
General Jodl —: “If it comes to negotiating, Göring will do it much better than
I.”1
One cannot say, either, that Adolf Hitler could not be ruthless, when
placed before exceptional circumstances. He proved himself to be, nay, more
and more so, as the war drew nearer and nearer to its tragic end. Nothing
buttresses this statement more definitely than the words he addressed all the
Gauleiters of the Reich on the 24th of February 1945, commanding them to
rouse the people to a “pitch of Teutonic fury” against the invaders from the
East and from the West, so that the whole German nation might perish sword
in hand, rather than surrender. “If the German people give way,” said he,
carrying the logic of the National Socialist doctrine to its supreme
conclusions, whatever these be, “that will only show that they have not a
stamina worthy of their mission, in which case they deserve destruction.”1
It is not a sheer coincidence that these words were spoken on the
twenty-fifth anniversary of the foundation of the National Socialist Party, They
express the natural and logical reaction of the Man “against Time,” before the
material impossibility of his dream within this Dark Age. The terrible “burnt
earth” policy which he forwarded in a new message, addressed to the
Gauleiters hardly three weeks later — on the 16th of March 1945 — is an
outcome of the same. In that message, the Führer commanded that all
power-stations, gas-factories, all manner of manufacturing centres, mines,
railways, canals, water-supplies, clothes and food supplies etc., be totally
destroyed. On the other hand, the generals received orders to turn into
deserts the regions they were to defend to the death of their last soldier. They
were to destroy not only the bridges, and all the works enumerated within the
message to the Gauleiters, but even the water-tanks, the granaries full of
corn, whatever is necessary to life, — whatever could be useful to the enemy.
Never mind if the people who would survive bombing and battles would die of
hunger and thirst!2
1
Quoted by Georges Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne.”
2
Quoted by Georges Blond, same book.
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1
Episode also quoted by Georges Blond.
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their meaning. Germany and a German became the same — or about the
same — just as a light-year and a light-hour are the same in the agelessness
of the Infinite.
Adolf Hitler condemned Himmler precisely because he, “the perfect
National Socialist believer,” who had followed him so far, and for so many
years — already when the Party was small and illegal; — who had, nay, in
many circumstances, gone further than he along the way of indiscriminate
ruthlessness, did not follow him to the end; could not, it would seem, like he,
and like Goebbels, and like admirable Magda Goebbels, understand the
mathematical necessity of Germany’s Passion in view of the earthly salvation
of the Aryan race, and of the ultimate re-establishment of the divine world-
Order (never mind when and how); could not understand, like he, the
necessity of her sacrifice “in the interest of the Universe.” (Albert Speer had
also “not understood.” He too had stood up against the Führer’s
determination to fight to the finish. He had prevented the execution of his
“burnt earth” orders. And yet the Führer forgave him. True, Speer had joined
the Party in 1933, after its rise to power, not like Himmler, ten years before,
when the success of National Socialism seemed problematic. Nor was he that
fanatical defender of the National Socialist doctrine, that Himmler was.
Moreover, morally tortured at the thought of having broken his oath of
allegiance to Adolf Hitler, Speer came, at, his own risk, and opened his heart
to him. It is difficult to say whether the Fuhrer would have pardoned
Himmler’s attempt to negotiate with the hostile powers, had the Reichsführer
S.S. come to him and done the same. Adolf Hitler expected more of him than
of Speer or anybody else).
The truth is that the Führer’s ruthlessness and Heinrich Himmler’s were
not of the same quality, or, to repeat what I have already so emphatically
stressed, that Adolf Hitler was essentially one of those heroic but unfortunate
Men “against Time,” “more Sun than Lightning,” who, as long as this Dark
Age lasts, are bound to loose, while Himmler would have won, had he but
possessed something of Adolf Hitler’s genius. He would have sacrificed
anybody and anything to the one goal, from the beginning — when the
sacrifice would have had the greatest practical justification. He would not
have cared for the losses. And he would have won. But he would not have
been “Kalki” — the last one — for all that; not even with genius. He lacked
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“Sun” qualities to a too great extent. But then, National Socialism, like the
ancient Aryan order in India, — or like early Islam — would have fallen to
pieces from within after a few generations, thanks precisely to those
compromises with the Dark Forces, which every victory “in Time” implies.
Adolf Hitler did not want such a victory.
The only victory he wanted was a definitive one; — the definitive one;
the one which only He, the last Man “against Time,” the last Incarnation of the
everlasting World-Sustainer in a human body, — Kalki — can win.
And yet — for such is the law of every sincere, genuine struggle
“against Time,” which asserts itself more and more compellingly as time flows
by, and as the Dark Age draws to its end — he was, from the start, aware of
the necessity of those qualities “in Time,” of those “Lightning” qualities, which
all ruthless National Socialists, and specially Himmler, emimently possessed;
which he possessed himself, to a very high, even if not yet sufficient, degree.
He was aware of their necessity if, in his own words, “poison” was to be
“overcome through counter-poison, tyranny through tyranny, and terror
through greater terror.” He has more than once compared the rise of the new
Movement to that of the early Catholic Church, thereby recognising the solid
worldly capabilities of its organisers and of his fighters — even of its spiritual
fighters — as a sine qua non condition of its development and triumph, at
once and in the long run. It may seem somewhat unexpected — not to say
somewhat irrelevant, when not absurd — to mention in this connection such a
thing as the immemorial symbolism of colours. Still in that most powerful
Church of the Dark Age, that National Socialism is out to combat and to
crush, but the long worldly experience of which it was — and is, now and in
the future, — to meditate upon and to make use of, every ritual colour has its
meaning. The Pope, Head of the faithful, is clad in white, recalling thereby the
spiritual purity and lucidity of the Initiate — the Man “above Time,” whose
other-worldly truth has been distorted and exploited in historical Christianity.
The scarlet, purple and gold of the high Church Dignitaries also symbolise
states of advanced spirituality — the ideal towards which the Church is
supposed to aspire. But the Church is an organisation of this earth — an
organisation in Time. It is the militant hierarchy acting
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under the inspiration and orders of Dostoyevsky’s “Grand Inquisitor” “for the
greatest glory of Christ” but surely not according to Christ’s wisdom, which is
“not of this earth.” And its actual fighting forces — all its priests and nearly all
its monks and nuns, who are its strength in the day to day struggle against all
contrary (or rival) powers and its obvious witnesses among the people, — are
clad in black, the colour of this Age; at the most (as in the case of the
Dominicans) in black and white — the colour of this Dark Age and of Light
“above Time.”
It strikes me as an extremely eloquent fact that the Swastika, Symbol of
Life and Health1 and Symbol of the Sun, which Adolf Hitler chose to place at
the centre of the German flag — not to say of the Pan-Aryan flag, for
Germany is to remain, in the light of the Hitler faith, the head of a Pan-Aryan
Movement — was back upon a white background, nay, black upon a white
disk, amidst a further scarlet surface. And this is all the more remarkable if
one assumes that the Führer took his decision intuitively, without being aware
of its meaning (which I, personally, however, do not believe.)
It is, also, remarkable that, although the exigencies of war imposed the
unconspicuous greyish-green (feldgrau) uniform upon the Waffen S.S., the
elder S.S. organisation, — the “Allgemeine” S.S, entrusted with the inner
defence of the régime — wore black — black, I repeat, the colour symbolising
par excellence the Dark Forces, which can be crushed only through forces of
a similar nature; the colour symbolising the harsh qualities “in Time” that the
S.S. men were to put to the service of an ideal of Golden Age perfection.
Far from considering the black Swastika and the black raiment of the
Knights of the new Faith as a “mistake from the standpoint of the Invisible” —
still less as a “proof” of “black magic” — I see in them signs of an unfailing
knowledge of the laws of action in Time; a knowledge at least as sound as
that of the builders of the Catholic Church; a recognition of the fact that alone
through qualities “in Time” — through those “Lightning” qualities that carry all
agents of the Dark forces to success and all great men “in Time” to greatness
— can a Movement triumph here and now, in this Dark Age; specially
1
Swasti, in Sanskrit.
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near the end of it, and specially a Movement against the spirit of it.
And, I repeat, — for one cannot repeat it enough —: had those
capabilities and tendencies symbolised in the black Swastika upon the
German flag and in the black uniform of the toughest defenders of National
Socialism been displayed to their full, from the beginning, by the Man “against
Time,” Adolf Hitler, (and not only the qualities of ruthlessness and fanaticism;
characteristic of all revolutionary movements in their youth, but also such
qualities of cunning, of deceit, of shameless unscrupulousness, as alone can
match and beat the cunning, deceit and selfish unscrupulousness of this
advanced Dark Age mankind); had, first of all, the Jewish question been
solved in time, not only with all Himmler’s mercilessness, but also with all the
necessary diplomacy, i.e., had the Jews — and all the Jews; all the
dangerous ones, especially, — been disposed of quietly, without the world
knowing of it or being able to prove it; had even the influential Jews in foreign
lands somehow been lured into confidence and brought to their doom,
already before the war; had, on the other hand, the question of the
collaboration of certain technicians, capitalists and high officers, whose
National Socialist convictions were more than doubtful, but whose capabilities
the Third Reich needed, been tackled in a both more ruthless and more
supple manner, — as similar problems were handled in Russia, by the
Communists, on their coming to power; — had Adolf Hitler also proved
himself both more merciless and more supple in his dealings with the outer
world; had he, instead of displaying, in the last days of the war, a materially
useless ruthlessness towards his own people, crushed England without
hesitation, without pity, without remorse, in 1940, and made the widest
possible concessions to Russia at England’s expense, regardless of the
number of Europeans (Aryan brothers) whom he would have sacrificed to
Stalin’s convenience (the self-same ones whom Roosevelt and Churchill were
to sacrifice two years later, but this time against the German Reich); in on
word, had he been himself plus the extraordinary man “in Time” who could
have deceived Stalin and crushed England and U.S.A. (or deceived
Roosevelt and Churchill, and crushed Russia, in the case that was more
advantageous in the long run), it is more than probable that the National
Socialist State would be lasting still.
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But that was not to be, for the simple reason that I have already given
— the reason which Adolf Hitler himself expressed, in his own way, to Hans
Grimm, in 1928, — namely that he, the Leader of the National Socialist
Movement, was not “the Leader Who is to come” — i.e., the last Man “against
Time” — but only the One-before-the-last; the one who was to do “the
preparatory work” (die Vorarbeit) for the One Who will come after him.
He felt — not being, himself, that One “equally ‘Sun’ and ‘Lightning’” —
that, were he to allow the ruthless (and cunning) men round him to act from
the beginning as they liked, the State “against Time” that he wanted to build
would, very soon, ins their hands (or very soon after him and them)
degenerate into an ordinary State “in Time” — as the early, noble and warlike
Islamic State so quickly degenerated into the dreary, corrupt Khalifate, nay,
Khalifates, of which history tells us, after the rule of saintly Ali.
Rather than such a victory, — the only possible one for any great Man
“against Time,” save the last One — he preferred the terrible risk (and, soon,
the terrible reality) of heroic defeat. And he faced defeat, fully conscious of its
meaning, in the spirit of detached (apparently useless, yet, spiritually
necessary) dutiful action, which is that of that other divine Man “against Time”
Who spoke upon the Kurukshettra Field, thousands of years before.
His S.S. men, — those of them, at least, who were worthy of the name,
—faced it in the same spirit. It was natural to them. We read in one of the
most impartial foreign reportages written about them — in that book of
Georges Blond’s, already quoted — the following statement: “War, modern
war, with its power of death and its essential inhumanity, was for them a
pleasure. Or, if not exactly a pleasure, at least the most interesting, the only
really interesting way of life. Most of the Waffen S.S. men did not even raise
within their minds the question of the possible issue of the war: all that
interested them was that it lasted.” And the French author adds: “Such was
the result of National Socialist fanaticism coupled with drill.1 We see, in the
S.S. men’s attitude to war the outcome of the glorious Aryan Wisdom of
detached Action, which is both theirs and that of the Bhagavad-Gita. It
reminds us verses
1
Georges Blond, “L’Agonie de l’Allemagne,” p. 106.
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of the Book of books: “...looking to thine own duty, thou shouldst not tremble;
for there is nothing more welcome to a Kshattriya than a righteous war;”1
“Happy the Kshattriyas who obtain such a fight, offered, unsought, as an
open door to heaven”;2 “...Slain, thou wilt obtain heaven; victorious, thou wilt
enjoy the earth, therefore, stand up, son of Kunti, resolute to fight!”3 “Taking
as equal pleasure and pain, gain and loss, victory and defeat, gird thyself for
the battle; thus, thou shalt not incur sin.”4 It reminds us that the S.S. men —
the real ones — élite of the privileged Nation out of which Adolf Hitler tried to
make a Nation “against Time,” — are Aryan warriors “Kshattriyas” of the
West. And if “National Socialist fanaticism coupled with drill” strengthened or
created in them such an attitude, we should say that “National Socialist
fanaticism coupled with drill” made genuine “Karma Yogis” out of them.
Moreover, round them and beyond them, the Führer’s people at large,
who were to continue to live, and to fulfill in suffering their long-appointed
historical mission, had the same attitude, more or less, and did the same.
Every true disciple of his did — and does — the same, according to his
conscience; every one, from the martyrs of Nüremberg — those who were
hanged and those who, to this day, are prisoners, — to the humblest faithful
German; to the humblest faithful Aryan of other lands, who believes in him;
every one, beginning with the three men who had the honour of being cursed,
along with him, by the rabbis of Jerusalem in December 1942; — the three,
two of whom had been, unfortunately, cut off from him in the fever of the last
days of the war. (Dr. Goebbels died, with his wife and children, the voluntary,
heroic death one knows, in the historic “bunker.” Heinrich Himmler was killed
— shot, and then, ignominiously thrown into a cesspool, by British soldiers5
— a few days later. And Hermann Goring took poison in the night between
the 15th and the 16th of October 1946, after having gone through the whole
infamous Trial on the bench of the accused, and having justified before his
judges and before posterity, in a last splendid speech, Adolf Hitler and the
Third German Reich,
1
The Bhagavad-Gita, II, verse 31.
2
The Bhagavad-Gita, II, verse 32.
3
The Bhagavad-Gita, II, verse 37.
4
The Bhagavad-Gita, II, verse 38.
5
Heinrich Himmler’s widow has, herself, given me the confirmation of this fact.
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1
The place in which the S.S. men involved (or alleged to be involved) in the notorious “Malmédy
case” were tortured. See the report of the American judge Van Roden published in 1948.
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the camps of Russia and Siberia; working as slaves in the Ural mines, in the
freezing gold-fields of Kolyma, and waiting; waiting for a liberation that never
comes. There are the thousands of civilians who are not — or are no longer
— in jail, but who have no place in a world in which the citadel of all hopes
“against Time” — the Third German Reich — has disappeared.
Some of them — more and more every day — give way; gradually
change; let themselves be absorbed into the ugly, dreary, Anti-Nazi post-war
world. A few resist and remain — stronger as the flood spreads and roars all
round them; victorious rocks, — invincible rocks — in the midst of the ever-
expanding flood. They make no noise; they are not spoken of; not mentioned
in any connection. They work, and they live; apparently, “like other people”; in
fact, as National Socialists. They forget nothing, forgive nothing, and learn all
that they can. They keep within their hearts and live up to the commandments
of the new faith of Aryan pride and cosmic Truth, expressed by Alfred
Rosenberg, the martyr: “Thou shalt be brave; thou shalt never do anything
mean. Thou shalt love God in all living things, animals and plants. Thou shalt
keep thy blood pure...” They gather now and then, when they can, — and
read Nietzsche’s works, and Rosenberg’s and Fremsen’s, but specially Adolf
Hitler’s “Mein Kampf.” And they comment upon the eternal words. They
remember and tell their children the message of hope — the secret of
invincibility; the call to power, — one of the last sentences of the Führer’s
book: “A State which, in the Age of racial contamination, devotes itself to the
care of its best racial elements, is bound to become, one day, the master of
the earth.”1
They work. They wait. They live. They are, in this darkening Dark Age,
the irreducible element “against Time.” They gradually take full
consciousness of themselves and of their meaning and of their mission, in a
small number of initiates such as that one who told me, on the 28th of
October, 1953; “Up till 1945, we were a Party. Since 1945, we have become
the kernal of a great new faith. We have discovered who we are, and Who
our Führer is.”
They live. They marry pure-blooded Aryans of the same faith as
themselves. They have children — for the privileged Race must continue to
be, and the Reich, its stronghold in the
1
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 782.
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West, must reconquer its power. They bring up their children in the same
Hitler faith, in spite of all difficulties. They teach them to be proud of being,
they too, members of the small, pure, healthy, — indestructible — community.
They give them in marriage to worthy young men and women who will, with
them, bring the community a generation further along its way to final power
and glory.
They are, of course, mostly Germans; there is, nay, a very strong
proportion of former S.S. men among them. But there are also a few non-
Germans, — so that the Führer’s words be fulfilled: “In the new world that we
are building, it will matter little whether a man comes from Austria or from
Norway, provided he be a pure-blooded Aryan.”1 (There were, during the war,
non-German S.S. divisions — including an Indian one — fighting for the Third
German Reich and for the Aryan Cause.) And the non-Germans look up to
Adolf Hitler’s Land as to the Holy Land of the West.
The whole faithful community is already a Pan-Aryan community. But a
Pan-Aryan community conscious of Germany’s place and significance in the
history of the West and specially in the history of these last years; conscious
of the debt of the Aryan race to the National Socialist Reich — the State
“against Time.” Its members are dispersed all over the earth. But the young
faith “against Time,” the Hitler faith — that no de-nazification efforts can kill,
for it is the modern expression of something eternal — is the link between
them, wherever they be.
They live, and work in silence, remembering Adolf Hitler.
They live, and wait. Knowingly or unknowingly, they are waiting for
Kalki; Kalki, the last Man “against Time”; the One Whom Adolf Hitler foresaw
in 1928; the Avenger Who will give them — or their children — the world.
1
Adolf Hitler, “Tisch Gespräche,” published after the war.
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PART V
EPILOGUE
1
“Deutera Parousia” — “Second presence” — (of Christ) is the Greek expression for the “end of
the world.”
2
This tradition can be, in Islam, traced up to the fourteenth century. In Persia the Twelfth Imam —
who disappeared mysteriously, to come back at the end of times, — has been identified with the
“Mahdi.”
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from time immemorial and still call Him “Kalki,” the last Incarnation of the
world-sustaining Power: Vishnu; the One Who will, in the interest of Life, put
an end to this “Kali Yuga” or “Age of Gloom” and open a new succession of
ages. I have called Him in this book by His Hindu name, not in order to show
off an erudition which I am far from possessing, but simply because I happen
to know of no Tradition in which the three types of manifested existence —
”above Time,” “against Time” and “in Time” — which I tried in these pages to
evoke and to define, have so obviously their counterpart in the basic
trinitarian conception of Divinity Itself, and in which (as a consequence of this)
the Man “against Time” is, in all His successive embodiments, but specially in
His last one, more eloquently — and more logically — considered as the
divine Man par excellence.
A few words will make this point clear.
The well-known Hindu Trinity — Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, so masterfully
evoked in Indian art — is anything but the blending of three inseparable
“gods” into one; nay, anything but the triple aspect of one transcendent and
personal God. It symbolises something by far more fundamental, namely
Existence in its entirety: manifested and unmanifested; conceivable, nay
visible and tangible, and beyond conception. For Existence — Being — is the
One thing divine. And there is no Divinity outside It; and nothing outside
Divinity.
Now “Brahma” is Existence in und für sich — in and for Itself; Being
unmanifested, and thereby outside and above Time; Being, beyond the
conception of the Time-bound mind, and thereby, unknowable. It is significant
that “Brahma” has no temples in India — or elsewhere. One cannot render a
cult to That which no time-bound consciousness can conceive. One can, at
the most, through the right attitude (and also through the right ascetic
practises) merge one’s self into It; transcend individual consciousness; live
“above Time” — in the absolute Present which admits no “before” and no
“after,” and which is Eternity.
“Brahma” — their own deeper Self and that of the world, experienced
on the level of Eternity — is That which all men “above Time” seek to realise:
the positive state of “peace, perfect peace”; of peace, not through non-
existence, but
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through liberation from the bondage of “before” and “after” and of all “pairs of
opposites.”
“Vishnu” — the World-Sustainer — is the tendency of every being to
remain the same and to create (and procreate) in its own likeness; the
universal Life-force as opposed to change and thereby to disaggregation and
death; the Power that binds this time-bound Universe to its timeless Essence
— every manifested being to the Idea of that being, in the sense Plato was
one day to give the word “Idea.”
All men “against Time” (all centres of action “against Time,” in the
cosmic sense of the word) are “embodiments of Vishnu.” They are all — more
or less — “Saviours of the world” forces of Life, directed against the
downward current of irresistible change that is the very current of Time;
forces of Life tending to bring the world back to original timeless Perfection; to
that glorious projection of the Unmanifested that begins every Time-cycle.
“Shiva” — the “Destroyer” — is the tendency of every being to change,
to die to its present and to all its past aspects. He is Mahakala — Time Itself;
Time that drags the Universe to its unavoidable doom and — beyond that —
to no less irresistible regeneration; to the Spring of a new Golden Age, and,
again, slowly and steadily, to degeneracy and death, in an endless
succession of Time-cycles, anyone of which is an individual cycle, parallel to
all others, no doubt, but like unto none other before or after it.
The truly great men “in Time” — men such as Genghis Khan, or, nearer
to us, Stalin, — reflect something of His terrible majesty. The greatest men
“against Time” also, — inasmuch as they all must possess (more or less) the
qualities of character that are specially those of the men “in Time”; the
qualities in which is rooted the efficiency of organised violence. For Shiva is
not only the “Destroyer”; He is the Creator — the “Good one”1; the “positive”
One — also, to the extent all further creation is conditioned by change, and
ultimately by the destruction of that which was there before. He is — as
Essence of destructive change; as Time — turned towards the future. The
wild, cosmic joy of His Dance in the midst of flames, at the end of every
successive Time-cycle, is both the joy of destruction and of new, perfect
Creation. So much so that one can
1
The word “Shiva” means the “Good One.”
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not distinguish it from the joy of the heroes “against Time,” Incarnations of
Vishnu. These are all, as I said before, also men “above Time.” A typical
historic figure “above Time” — the Buddha — has been, in fact, classified as
an “Incarnation of Vishnu” by the wise men of India; and there is indeed, in
the cry of triumph attributed to him on his death bed — ”Now, I shall never,
never again enter a womb!” — something of the exultant intoxication of Lord
Shiva’s cosmic Dance. And, on the other hand, Lord Shiva Himself, — Time
personified — is also (strange as this may seem to the purely analytical mind)
“above Time.” He is the great Yogi, Whose face remains as serene as the
blue sky while His feet beat the furious rhythm of the Tandava Dance, amidst
the flames and smoke of a crumbling world.
In other words, Vishnu and Shiva, the World-Sustainer and the World-
Destroyer, the Force “against Time” and Time Itself, — Mahakala — are One
and the same.1 And they are Brahma, timeless Existence, the Essence of all
that is, They are Brahma manifested, “in Time” (and, automatically, also
“against Time”) and yet timeless. Hindu art has symbolised this metaphysical
truth in the figure of Hari-Hara (Vishnu and Shiva in one body) and in the
famous Trimurti: three-faced Brahma-Vishnu-Shiva.
In the manifested Universe as we experience it at our scale, no living
being embodies that triple and complete idea of Existence: — the everlasting,
universal Law of constant change away from, and of untiring aspiration
towards and ceaseless effort back to original Perfection, and the ineffable
inner peace of Timelessness, inseparable from It — better than the
everlasting and ever-returning Man “against Time”; He-Who-comes-back, age
after age “to destroy evil-doers, and to establish upon earth the reign of
righteousness.”2
The man “in Time” has hardly any of the “Vishnu” or, as I have called
them, “Sun” qualities.
The man “above Time” has hardly any of the “Lightning” qualities of
Shiva, the Destroyer.
The man “against Time” — the exceptional Kshattriya, who lives in
Eternity, while acting in Time, according to the Aryan.
1
Sri Krishna, Incarnation of Vishnu, says, in the Bhagavad-Gita: “I am Time everlasting, I, the
Supporter, Whose Face turns everywhere.”
2
Bhagavad-Gita, IV, verses 7 and 8.
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***
The world has been waiting for Him for hundreds of thousands of years.
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***
1
I have mentioned in this book Hans Grimm’s tragic warning. (See his book “Warum? Woher?
aber Wohin?” p. 107-108 and 206 and following).
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Hindus, or anything else. But whatever religion they might profess, their faith
is skin-deep. Nothing, absolutely nothing more-than-personal — and, a
fortiori, more-than-human, — interests them. The one thing they all pray for,
when they pray at all, is “peace”; not the unassailable, inner peace of the Best
(of which they have not the foggiest experience), but peace in the sense of
absence of war; the indefinite prolongation of a “status quo” which allows
them to think of to-morrow’s little pleasure without the fear of to-day’s deadly
danger; peace, thanks to which they will, undisturbed, — so they hope — be
able to go on rotting in the midst of that increasing comfort, which technical
progress secures them; peace, thanks to which they expect to remain (or
gradually to become) happy — in the manner pigs are happy, when they have
plenty to eat and clean straw to lie upon.
Accelerated technical progress is, along with accelerated human
degeneracy, an all-important feature of the advanced Dark Age.
It is — or seems to be — the “triumph of man” over Nature. And it is
interpreted and exalted as such by the sub-men, all the more proud of it that
they have nothing else — no real, living culture; no disinterested work or
knowledge-to be proud of. It is — or seems to be — the “proof” of man’s
superiority over all other sentient beings; the “proof” of his superiority en bloc,
regardless of race, for... a Negro can drive a motorcar, can’t he? And there
are very clever Jewish doctors. It forwards or strengthens the age-old
superstition of “man,” which lies at the root of all decay. It is, or seems to be,
the way to universal “happiness”; the ideal of those increasing millions — and
soon, milliards — who have no ideal. In fact, it helps the ruling powers of the
Dark Age, the skilful agents of the forces of disintegration, to keep the millions
under their control. For, paradoxical as this may sound, masses who can read
and write are easier to enslave than masses who cannot, and nothing is so
easy to subdue and to keep down as masses who consider their wireless and
television sets and cinema shows as indispensable necessities of life. (The
modern men “against Time” know that, as well as the men “in Time.” Only
they do not dispose of the inexhaustible financial resources of the latter.)
Technical progress, in all fields in which it does not automatically
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imply cruelty towards man or beast (or plant)1, is not a bad thing in itself.
Actually, it is not it that makes the Dark Age. What makes the Dark Age is the
fall of all but an extreme minority of men to the level of a brainless (and
heartless) herd, and, at the same time, their endless increase in number. And
technical progress is a curse only inasmuch as it is the most powerful
instrument in the hands of all those who, directly or indirectly, encourage that
indiscriminate increase and, consequently, forward that herd-mentality (even
if they do not explicitly intend to); in the hands of the doctors who keep the
weak and deficient and mongrels alive, and do nothing to prevent further such
ones from being born: in the hands of the politicians “in Time” who, precisely
because they all share — like the doctors — the age-old superstition of “man”
and of man’s individual “happiness” at any cost, are opposed to any
systematic selection in view of the survival and welfare of the healthiest, let
alone to systematic racial selection also, in view of the survival and rule of an
all-round biological human aristocracy.
As I said above, technical progress and its wonders could just as easily
be put to the service of a decidedly “life-centred” philosophy “against Time”;
of an aristocratic doctrine of personal and racial quality, such as National
Socialism, if only the exponents of such a doctrine could maintain themselves
in power in this advanced Age of Gloom — which they cannot.
The reason why they cannot is not that there exist electric trains and
electric irons, radios and television sets, aeroplanes and washing machines
and “electronic brains” and all manner of major and minor commodities,
products of technical skill, but that the overwhelming majority of mankind in
this Age — the more and more numerous and duller and duller herd of all
races, in process of general bastardisation, — is against any and every
aristocratic wisdom. The reason is that the millions and millions — soon
milliards — of sub-men feel themselves threatened in their dream of pig-like
“happiness,” nay, in their no less pig-like existence, by whoever embodies
such a wisdom “against Time.” The reason is that the increasingly powerful
agents of the death-forces, natural leaders of this Age, use radio, cinema,
television, and all technical means that money can secure, to excite the
unthinking herd against the Best, while
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Destruction of forests, for instance.
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doing everything they cart, through the advertisement of more and more
wonderful commodities, to keep the average man’s slumbering mind away
from higher things — away from every aspiration “against Time”; away from
every aggressive criticism of the fundamental Dark Age dogmas and, in
general, away from all impersonal problems... until its slumber ends in the
definitive sleep of death,.
It is not — surely not! — technical progress as such which so deeply
shocks Kalki’s future compagnons at arms (or the fathers of such ones),
those natural aristocrats of the youngest human race, whom I have described
as “the Best.” It is the glaring disparity between the perfection of modern
technical achievements considered as “means” and the worthlessness of the
ends to the service of which they are put; it is the contrast between that
wonderful Aryan intelligence, which stands and shines behind practically
every discovery of modern science, every invention of modern technique, and
the steadily increasing degeneracy of the sub-human multitudes who enjoy
the products of its creative ingenuity in daily life, as a matter of course, nay,
who, through their misuse of them, are sinking lower and lower into that
brainless and soulless “happiness” — I repeat: that pig-like “happiness” —
which is the ideal of our times.
That ideal is the one forwarded, under one form or another, more and
more unmistakably in the course of centuries, by all typical Dark Age leaders
“in Time,” in particular, by that most efficient of all agents of the Dark Powers
during the last two thousand four hundred years (at least) and specially
during the last three or four hundred years: the international Jew.
The advanced Dark Age of this present Time-cycle is the reign of the
Jew — of the negative element; of the reverser of eternal values for the sake
of “human” ones, and, finally, for that of his own, selfish interests; the reign of
the “destroyer of culture,” as Adolf Hitler so rightly pointed out; of the age-old
“ferment of disintegration.” It is natural that “ferments of disintegration” should
become more and more active — more and more alive — as a Time-cycle
nears its end.
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among Christians that, when the Jews become once more the masters of
Palestine, their “promised Land,” the “end of the world” — i.e., the end of the
present Time-cycle, — will not be far away. The Mohammedans behold, they
too, in that same event, one of the tokens announcing the advent of the long-
awaited “Mahdi.”1 Thanks to England’s steadily pro-Jewish policy, the Jews
have, in Palestine, since 1938, a State of their own. If the collective belief of
many generations of men, both in the West and in the Near East,
corresponds to any reality (and collective beliefs of that nature generally do,
to some extent), then the great end must be drawing night. The existence of
that strange — at the same time ultra-modern and unbelievably archaic —
Israelitish State is an extra “sign of times” or, rather, the symbol of a by far
mightier and more dangerous reality, which is the actual “sign.” And that
reality is none other than the ever-tightening grip of the Jew upon the whole
world.
The truth about the Jewish State in Palestine remains that which Adolf
Hitler had already understood-half through his knowledge of the Zionist
Movement, half through his intuition of the natural enemy of Aryan mankind
as such — and expressed, fourteen years before its foundation, namely that
the Jews never intended to live in their independent country (which is,
anyhow, far too small to contain them all) but that they just wanted “protected
Head-quarters — Head-quarters with sovereign rights, free from the
interference of other States — for their worldwide international organisation of
deceit; a place of refuge for rogues who have been detected, and a high-
school for rogues in the making....2 In other words Palestine may well be the
mystical — and practical — centre of world-Jewry, but the Jewish danger has
no “centre.” It is everywhere, and all the more difficult to fight that most
people either refuse to see it or reject as “inhuman” the only methods through
which it could be neutralised.
One need not read the famous “Protocols of the Elders of Zion” or the
more modern speech which Rabbi Emanuel Rabinovitch delivered in
Budapest, on the 12th of January, 1952 before the “Emergency Council of
European Rabbi,”3 in order to be convinced of the double, world-wide effort of
the Jews,
1
See above, p. 413.
2
“Mein Kampf” (edit. 1939), p. 356.
3
Published through the care of Einar Aberg, Norrviken, Sweden.
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on one hand, to lower the biological level of all non-Jewish races, specially of
the Aryan, and, on the other, to work themselves into all key-positions in the
economical, political, cultural and spiritual life of all leading nations. It is, on
the contrary, the obvious reality of that double effort — the presence of the
international Jew (or of organisations entirely under his control) behind all
“spiritual,” “cultural” or political movements or thought-currents that allow,
encourage, or logically lead to the mixture of races; behind all or practically all
“literary,” “artistic” commercial or “medical” concerns, the aim of which is to
encourage sexual perversity and any manner of vice, to provide silly
amusements or to forward the love of empty speculation, in one word, to
lower the physical, intellectual and moral level of the individual; and, along
with that, the ever-increasing number (and influence) of Jews (or of men
completely under Jewish control) in world-finance, world-industry and world-
politics; — it is the fact that, whoever shows that he or she is fully aware of
that effort and fully prepared to fight against it, “gets nowhere”; the glaring fact
that nothing indeed happens in this ugly post-1945 world without the Jews’
order or permission, which strengthens, at least in us, the conviction that both
the “Protocols of the Elders of Zion” and the recent Rabinovitch speech, and
the like of them, are genuine documents. As genuine as the much older Bible
and Talmud that also proclaim the Jews “God’s Chosen people.”
There resides, perhaps, the whole meaning of the rise and temporary
victory and world-wide rule of the Jews as a “sign of times”; it is based upon a
lie; it is lasting through a lie; it is the most logical feature of the advanced
Dark Age, which is, more and more, the Age of lies.
The truth is that there is no other “God” but the immanent, impersonal
divinity of Nature — of Life; the universal Self. No tribal god is “God.” Tribal
gods are more or less divine, to the extent they embody and express a more
or less divine collective soul. Jahveh, the tribal god of the Jews, is as little
divine, as negative as they themselves — they, the typically negative human
element of our Time-cycle. Through a series of lies, the Jews have been for
the last three thousand and specially for the last two thousand four hundred
years, leading an increasingly intensified campaign for the reversal of the
eternal, natural values — i.e., an anti-truth campaign — in view
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of their own exaltation. They have, through the mouth of their prophets and
“philosophers” proclaimed Jahveh “God of all men”; they have, then,
concealed as many as they could of his nasty characteristics through a clever
exploitation of the Christ myth by Paul of Tarsus and other Jews, half-Jews1
and judaised Greeks; they have, through the same, stressed anew the old,
very old denial of the unity of the Realm of Life and proclaimed “all men”
different in nature from the rest of creatures-and therefore above the general
laws of Life — in order to buttress the false teaching that “one blood”2 flows in
the veins of “all nations,” and to kill the idea (and the instinct) of a natural,
God-ordained racial hierarchy. They have preached meekness and
forgiveness and pacifism (to all, save to their own people) in order to rob the
young, warlike Aryan race of its stamina; in order to kill its healthy pride. They
are, now more feverishly than ever, encouraging its adolescents to make fun
of “Nazi prejudices,” to despise purity of blood, and to marry outside their race
(if thus be the impulse of “individual love”) — so that the race may disappear;
encouraging them into perdition, both through the old superstition of “man”
under its various modern forms, and through the whole atmosphere of subtle
corruption in which the post-1945 world is literally soaking.
They must win — and they shall win — for the time being. Otherwise, it
would not yet be the End. They must — and shall — see their dream — their
immemorial dream of easy domination over a peaceable, “happy” hotch-potch
of bastardised millions and ever more millions, that their long-drawn
disintegrating action has rendered even more contemptible than they — at a
hair’s breadth from its complete materialisation. Otherwise, the measure of
iniquity — the measure of untruth — would not be full. And it would not yet be
time for “Kalki” — the Avenger — to come.
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1
Timothy, the faithful follower of Paul of Tarsus, was a half-Jew.
2
See the “Acts of the Apostles,” Chapter 17, verse 26.
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no doubt, and therefore also “politics”; but politics considered from a cosmic
angle, from which current events and the men who stand behind them appear
in an unusual light.
Those who are daily and directly in touch with the social, economical
and military realities which are, already, moulding the immediate future, can
say nothing about that future, for they know nothing. And I know even less
than they do about precise events, i.e., about the details of the road the world
is taking. But I know the road. I know it, because that knowledge is not the
concern of politicians, sociologists, economists or military experts but
precisely that of people who look at history, past and present, and who live
the history of our times; from the cosmic standpoint. There is nothing in the
way of documents, very little in the way of statistics, to “prove” the soundness
of what I say. Times to come will confirm it or not confirm it. All I can state
now, in favour of my point, is that it tallies with all the forms of the one,
unwritten Tradition which I happen to know. It is orthodox in the light of
Tradition — orthodox as far as an interpretation can be.
Tradition has not given us the date of the last return of Him Who comes
back. Nor has it given us the means of calculating it. Tradition is neither
history nor astrology. Yet, according to the signs I have mentioned, the last
embodiment of the Forces “against Time” in our Time-cycle — Kalki — must
appear soon. He will come when all will seem irretrievably lost: when nothing
will be left of the real Chosen Race — the natural Aryan aristocracy — but a
silent, unnoticed, yet conscious, unwavering and active handful of men and
women of the type of those I have described at the end of the last chapter of
this book. Now, everything does actually seem lost without hope. As Rabbi
Emanuel Rabinovitch declared in 1952, “the goal towards which the Jews
have been striving for over three thousand years” — namely, peaceful
domination over a “happy,” bastardised earth, in which the “most dangerous
enemy” — the polar opposite — of Jewry, i.e., the Aryan, will, (in the Rabbi’s
own words) be “nothing more than a memory” — “is within hand’s reach.” And
the few men who are already more than men, — the toughest votaries of the
perennial Faith of Light and Life in its most recent form, — are waiting;
waiting to recognise their own beloved Leader, Adolf Hitler, in the irresistible
apocalyptic Warrior Who is to avenge him and his people — their
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in our loftiest dreams, to-day, in the Age of Gloom. Out of the youngest and
most dynamic race of any Time-cycle come, if not all, at least the greatest
number of its latest heroes “against Time” (i.e., those of its very last sixty or
seventy centuries). It is at any rate remarkable that all the human “avatars” or
earthly Incarnations of Vishnu mentioned in Hindu Tradition — five, out of the
nine that belong to the past — are looked upon as “Brahmins” or
“Kshattriyas,” i.e., Aryans. It is within the logic of Tradition that the “tenth” and
last — Kalki — should also be born as a member of the privileged race.
Will He be none other than He whom I have described as the One-
before-the-last Man “against Time” — Adolf Hitler — returning with more-
than-human power? There is no reason why this should not be, provided the
inspired Leader still be alive, and provided the world becomes, within his life-
time, ripe for the great End (which would in no way be a wonder, at the rate
decay has set in everywhere, after 1945). The terrible experience of defeat
through treason, and the sight of the systematic degradation of his people
through far subtler and deadlier means than the ridiculous “de-nazification”
rules and regulations, would probably be enough to rouse the Führer’s
“Lightning” qualities until they balance in him the “Sun” ones and make him a
new man, — infinitely more merciless than he was in his first career.
But even if it be not so; — even if Adolf Hitler really be dead in the flesh,
as an increasing number of his faithful ones believe, — still one is,
considering things in their essence, justified in saying that “Kalki” will be he,
come back. For “Kalki” will be all Men “against Time,” come back. He will be
the exponent of all that for which everyone of them fought in vain against the
ever more powerful current of decay — the very current of history; — the
exponent of that eternal cosmic Order, the earthly projection of which is the
“reign of righteousness” mentioned in the Bhagavad-Gita. He will be both He
Who spoke to the Aryan warrior, Arjuna, — and to all Aryan warriors — on the
Kurukshettra Field, and He Who spoke to the German people — and to every
racially — conscious individual Aryan of the world — from Hofbräufestsaal,
from Luitpold Arena, and from the German Reichstag. For the two are the
same One: the One Who came back, and Who will come back again.
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And “Kalki” will be nearer to and more intimately connected with the
latest great Man “against Time,” Adolf Hitler, than with any of the many former
ones. For He — the last One — is, as I said in the beginning of this study,
none other than the One of Whom the Führer spoke when, with that unfailing
cosmic intuition that raises him so high above the cleverest of Dark Age
politicians, he told Hans Grimm, in 1928: “I know that Somebody must come
forth and meet our situation. I have sought him. I have found him nowhere;
and therefore I have taken upon myself to do the preparatory work, only the
most urgent preparatory work. For that much I know: I am not He. And I know
also what is lacking in me.”1
He is that One. And He will, in the midst of the most hopeless
circumstances, continue the old, — the perennial — Struggle against the
downward stream of Time — the Struggle which the disaster of 1945 has
apparently, but only apparently, interrupted — and bring it to a victorious end
for a few myriads of years; make Adolf Hitler’s dream, through means that
were yet unthinkable during (or before) the Second World war, a glaring
reality for a few myriads of years.
The means cannot be foretold, for things will have changed, by then.
Things are changing — and the science of war, progressing, — every day.
One point is, however, as a main feature of every recurring “great End,”
beyond doubt: “Kalki” will act with unprecedented ruthlessness. Contrarily to
Adolf Hitler, He will spare not a single one of the enemies of the divine
Cause: not a single one of its outspoken opponents but also not a single one
of the luke-warm, of the opportunists, of the ideologically heretical, of the
racially bastardised, of the unhealthy, of the hesitating, of the all-too-human;
not a single one of those who, in body or in character or mind, bear the stamp
of the fallen Ages.
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1
Quoted by Hams Grimm in his last book “Warum? Woher? aber Wohin?” p. 14.
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in which they have no place; who are facing that world and defying it through
every gesture, every hint, — every silence — of theirs and, more and more (in
the case of the younger ones,) without even the personal memory of Adolf
Hitler’s great days to sustain them; those I have called “gods on earth” and
parents of such ones. They are the ones who will, one day, make good for all
that which men “against Time” have suffered in the course of history, like they
themselves, for the sake of eternal truth: the avenging Comrades whom the
Five Thousand of Verden1 called in vain within their hearts at the minute of
death, upon the bank of the Aller River, red with blood; those whom the
millions of 1945 — the dying; the tortured; and the desperate survivors —
called in vain; those whom all the vanquished fighters “against Time” called in
vain, in every phase of the great cosmic Struggle without beginning, against
the Forces of disintegration, co-eternal with the Forces of Life.
They are the bridge to supermanhood, of which Nietzsche has spoken;
the “last Battalion” in which Adolf Hitler has put his confidence.
Kalki will lead them, through the flames of the great End, into the
sunshine of the new Golden Age.
And it will all begin again: the succession of Ages, in the same
unchanging order, submitted to the same unchanging Laws; the unavoidable
reappearing of that decay; the seed of which is contained in any and every
manifestation in Time; the Struggle “against Time” and, finally, the rush to the
abyss, — in spite of it; — for the millionth and ten millionth time. And a new
great End, and a new radiant Beginning, and a new Time-cycle — again and
again and again. There is no definitive End.
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1
The five thousand German Chiefs, beheaded on the same day in 787 A.D. by order and in the
presence of Charlemagne (and of a number of dignitaries of the Christian Church).
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through rites full of meaning and full of potency, in the cool shade of the
endless re-grown forests, on the beaches, or upon inviolate mountain-peaks,
facing the rising Sun.
But even if it be not so, still he will, like all his divine predecessors, live,
throughout the ages in the faithful consciousness of the Universe, the life-
rhythm of which he symbolises. Still the long and more and more intense and
finally almost desperate aspiration “against Time,” which characterises every
recurring Time-cycle as soon as decay has set in obviously enough to be felt,
will be, every time, a new expression of that self-same yearning after
manifested Perfection for the sake of which he fought and lost; a new, long-
drawn cosmic outcry, proclaiming that he was right in spite of all. And still
every further Golden Age to come — every successive Dawn of Creation —
will be the living materialisation of his highest dream; a further hymn of glory,
proclaiming, every time for myriads of years, that he — He — has once more
won.
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