☠️ Aryan Weltanschauung 🌲

It was that familiar cold crisp air, the cleanest feeling in your lungs as you became intoxicated with the atmosphere of your will’s triumph. It was a long night. Still, you could piece it all together second for second years later as if it was merely just another night. This was the night that many realized the facade was broken when they realized they had finally lost their grip, and their days were numbered and finished. It was when the man, and not just a small portion of him, truly brought the torch to the sky and brought the cities to heel. I cannot forget how my lungs were so cooled, my mind calm yet jittery, and the look of the people who were neither angry nor scared but understanding. That was the night where the dead smiled, where the living marched, where the last of us prevailed after endless eons.

Unlike those in the ranks of reaction and stagnation, we are not filled with sadness in our hearts. Rather, we are filled with an impatient restlessness, an urge to strike the captain at the wheel whose been steering this ship for far too long and plunge him into the salty ocean to drown while we abandon ship and leave his ship to sink. We do not want to take over steering for ourselves, that is a boring mind-numbing task that we already completed once before. No, we are not reactionaries inventing new mental diseases to cope with the way the ship is being sailed. We shed not a single tear for the Reich, for our Adolf Hitler. We do not cry as we see the smiling faces of the German folk in the limelight of their years, nor for the miracles performed by what are known as the greatest mass-murderers that the world has ever known. We reject sadness and longing, our hearts pound for the action we so desperately wish to sow. We are not dogs you can hand a treat to and then we will forget everything as we devour this handout, no, we don't smile when some part of some thing is nudged ever so slightly in a positive manner. We are not a reaction to a tide - we are not a tide to garner a reaction, we have no bridges between us and anyone else; because we blew them up ourselves.

We have come to desecrate the landmarks of yesterday, we shall tear down the faces of the statues which stand guard with solemn piety over the ruins of beauty - faceless these gravestones of heroes will be embowed a new meaning for a new age. These faceless heroes will symbolize the coming men, and those whove long ago gone, shrouded and distorted in image by the shadows of time - but still resemblant in stature and heroic vision - for we have come to forget everything - yet remember it all! We have come to destroy everything yet preserve it all!

Ah - to be young and defiant, to carry the minne of our ancestors, to be a fruitful spirit within the chaos that surrounds us all. We, the avenging youthful souls of nature, shall banish the foul stench of decay which layeth upon those woeful old fools and clear the way for the future. Ha! To live without fear of death; What a beautiful existence! Our vitality and vigor are unmatched. The torch has been passed to us, and we must light the castles, courts, and churches of the imbeciles aflame. You old laughingstocks who hold unto the past shall regret your worship of falsehoods. And yes, we need not cling to your wretched morals and etiquette from the days of yore. Who cares about your sense of justice? We make our way within the world without respect for antiquity or ethics. We worship nothing but our loyalty, which is entrenched in the blood of our ancestors, and like them so many forgotten years ago, we shall shake up the world and bring our vanguard of truth to power. Who dare oppose us? We do not abide by your rules. You may call us vagabonds, thugs, or barbarians, but we do not falter under your taunts. Whether you yield or fight us, our battalions shall show you no mercy! The wild hunt cometh for your skulls! Heed you skeletal jesters.

We dine in hell What once was a beautiful green field, filled to the brim with blooming flowers and astonishing flora, has now been reduced to an ashy blood-stained graveyard, where thousands of young men lay dead. To those who hold a contemporary mindset, this scene is one of madness and nightmarish atrocity, but to us who hold the most profound truth of mankind, this scene is a true work of art. Heroism and will manifest unto a brilliant showcase of man's might, where those daring experience what it means to be alive as shells go past them and their lines collapse, charging the enemy in one last hurrah, defying death and all the odds, being a true fanatic of the soul. And when that moment of awe finally comes, and the bullet pierces your heart, you know you have lived and died like man was supposed to. Off we go to burn those whom the reservoir of death has set free.

The price of victory If we are indeed to lose this glorious holy war on the physical plane, we will have to act as an erupting volcano that will wipe the slate clean. We will make sure this planet goes out like the wretched city of Pompei, which was cast in flames by a divine act of nature fighting against the festering degeneracy within the city's walls. Only echoes of the past shall remain as the earth burns and sings the tragic song of its passing. Nevertheless, nature will heal. And as life returns and the flowers blossom, nature will sing the eternal song of our victory, which will ring throughout the ever-expanding cosmos. So comrades, do not be afraid of defeat or "the death of our race," as that is only a minor setback. Death only means the return to the cosmic order of the Lord God who gave us life in the first place. In his hands, we shall rest until our time comes to return to the harsh but beautiful world we have inhabited for countless epochs. Death is only the beginning.