Saturday, June 25, 2016

Agharti-Asgard, Shambhala-Valhalla and Vril

Wulf Ingesunnu writing in the Summer Sunwend 2016 edition of Spear of Woden discussed certain aspects of the myth of Shambhalla (Rudra-Chakrin-'The Wheel Turner'). Wulf compared Shamb-halla to Val-halla and referred to Tibetan myths of Shambhalla warriors reincarnating in order to fight the 'Last Battle', not unlike the Germanic Einheriar.

There are other aspects to this myth and comparisons which I would like to draw to my readers' attention. Closely linked to the myth of Shambhala is the myth of Agharti, a subterranean kingdom linked to various distant places of the earth via a network of underground tunnels. The inhabitants of this kingdom are said to be 'peace-loving' and have resided there since the 'dawn of time'. This concept is not confined to the Tibetans but exists in many world cultures.

"Among all races of mankind, back to the dawn of time, there existed a tradition concerning the existence of a Sacred Land or Terrestrial Paradise, where the highest ideals of humanity were living realities. This concept is found in the most ancient writings and traditions of the peoples of Europe, Asia Minor, China, India, Egypt and the Americas. This sacred land, it is said, can be known only to persons who are worthy, pure and innocent, but which reason it constitutes the central theme of the dreams of childhood." (Does Shangri-La Exist?, Brazilian Theosophical Society's Journal, 1960, Professor Jose de Souza)

Professor de Souza makes reference to the Greek Mount Olympus, the Elysian Fields, the Vedic Ratnasanu (peak of the precious stone), Hermadri (mountain of gold), the Hindu Mount Meru, the Land of Amenti of the Egyptian Book of the Dead, the City of the Seven Petals of Vishnu, the Garden of Eden in the Hebrew tradition,  Shambhala, Edemi of the Tibetans and Mongols, the Persian Aryana, the Mexican Tula, the Aztec Maya-Pan, the Spanish conquerors of South America called it El Dorado, the Celtic 'Land of Mysteries', the Chinese 'Land of Chivin' (City of the Serpents), the Land of Calcas in the legend of Jason and the Argonauts, the Arthurian Isle of Avalon, the Asgard of the Germanic Gods, the Valhalla of the Germanic Einheriar and Mount Salvat of the Holy Grail.

It is significant that this concept exists not only in Aryan myth and legend but also in the mythologies and legends of the peoples that the Aryans conquered or interacted with. Much of what we find in ancient Chinese culture and mythology can be attributed to the Aryan Tocharians of the Tarim Basin. In the same way we find the presence of the Swastika amongst all Aryan peoples and in those lands where the Aryan set foot.

There are differences of opinion as to the relationship between Agharti and Shambhala. Some regard the two as separate and diametrically opposed entities, others claim that Agharti was simply the capital of Shambhala.

"While travelling in Central Asia in 1905, he (Karl Haushofer) said, he had heard of a vast underground encampment under the Himalayas where dwelt a race of Supermen. The name of this place was Agharti, and its capital was called Shamballah." (The Lost World of Agharti. The Mystery of Vril Power, Alec Maclellan, 1982, 1996)

Mr Maclellan claims that Haushofer viewed Agharti as a "place of meditation, a hidden city of Goodness, a temple of non-participation in the things of the world." By contrast however Haushofer viewed Shambhala as a "city of violence and power whose forces command the elements and the masses of humanity, and hasten the arrival of the human race at the 'turning-point of time'." It would appear though that only Haushofer viewed Shambhala in this way.  This concept of a 'turning-point of time' reminds me of Wulf's comment in his article that:

"Shamb-'to bear', related to the Sacred Centre or Immovable Centre, the Axle of the Wheel. The word is also related to the Finnish Sampo which is in turn the World Mill."

There is an idea of turning, twisting and spiralling here.

This cotrast between Shambhala and Agharti can also be found in Jean-Claude Frere's Nazisme et societes secretes (1974):

"the sons of the Outer Intelligencies are said to have split into two groups, one following the 'Right-hand Path' under the 'Wheel of the Golden Sun',  the other the 'Left-hand Path', under the 'Wheel of the Black Sun'. The first group preserved the center of Agartha, that undefined place of contemplation, of the Good, and of the Vril force. The second supposedly created a new place of initiation at Shambhala, the city of violence in command of the elements and of human masses, hastening the arrival of the 'charnel-house of time.' (Arktos. The Polar Myth in Science, Symbolism, and Nazi Survival, 1996, Joscelyn Godwin)

Trevor Ravenscroft writing in his largely fictional but nevertheless interesting Spear of Destiny (1972) states:

"He (Haushofer) clothed geography in a veil of racial mysticism, providing a reason for the Germans to return to those areas in the hinterland of Asia from which it was believed the Aryan race originated."

The concept of an underworld kingdom wherein dwelled an advanced race of beings made its most notable appearance in the remarkable fictional work The Coming Race (1871), later reprinted as Vril, the Power of the Coming Race by Lord Edward Bulwer-Lytton (1803-1873). The work was originally published anonymously. My speculation is that Bulwer Lytton was probably a Rosicrucian adept who revealed occultic secrets but sought to avoid being openly associated with this due to repercussions from the Order to which he belonged. Some scholars claim that there is no historical evidence to support the claim that he was a Rosicrucian but it is interesting to note that the Societas Rosicruciana in Anglia appointed him as its Grand Patron in 1870-a year before the initial publication of the book! This was not the first time he wrote about the force of Vril as in his earlier novels Zanoni (1842) and in A Strange Story (1862) he referred to electricity and other magnetic forces but did not use the term Vril. These ideas were taken up by German-Russian aristocrat Madame Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (1831-1891), the founder of Theosophy who had a great influence upon the later writings of Guido von List and the foundation of Ariosophy. Blavatsky discusses Vril in her most important writings, Isis Unveiled (1877) and The Secret Doctrine (1888). It is my intention to make a complete study of Madame Blavatsky's writings in the near future. As an aside Bulwer-Lytton wrote Rienzi, Last of the Roman Tribunes (1835) which was the basis for Richard Wilhelm Wagner's Rienzi, der Letzen der Tribunen in 1842, the composers 3rd completed music drama.

Bulwer-Lytton makes it clear in his book that the underground race of supermen, the Vril-ya are an advanced offshoot of the Aryan race:

"The philologist will have seen from the above how much the language of the Vril-ya is akin to the Aryan or Indo-Germanic.........."(Chapter XXII, Vril, the Power of the Coming Race)
He also describes them as having:
"descended from the same ancestors as the great Aryan family, from which in varied streams has flowed the dominant civilisation of the world........"(Chapter XXVI)

Wulf compares Shambhalla with Valhalla in his article. I think we can also draw a parallel between Agharti and Asgard. Mr Maclellan points out:

"I should perhaps just point out that this word Agharti can be found variously spelled as Asgartha, Agartha or Agarthi,...."

It is my contention that  Shambhala or Valhalla is a place of action, of divine heroic intervention in the affairs of the earthly plain, Midgard but by contrast Agharti or Asgard is a divine realm of peace, tranquility and higher consciousness which like a sacred centre is immoveable and does not directly interfere in the activities of Midgard. However it is possible for divine beings to travel between these three realms and likewise such travel is possible for the God-man, the Einheriar and those adepts who have attained higher states of consciousness but we must not confuse the purpose of these two realms. Valhalla is concerned with activity, preparation whilst Asgard is concerned with being, with non-interference. This is a subject which I hope to develop in future articles.  


Monday, June 06, 2016

Odin on the World Tree

Over the years many scholars have attempted to demonstrate the influence of the xtian scribes upon the mythology of the Eddas, most notably on the Havamal and the Voluspa. This article is concerned in particular with Odin's sacrifice upon the world tree as outlined in the Havamal. The part of the Havamal which relates this mythological event is called the Runatal and is contained in the Elder or Poetic Edda.

"I know that I hung on a windy tree
           nine long nights,

          wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,

          myself to myself,

          on that tree of which no man knows

          from where its roots run.

          No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn,

          downwards I peered;

          I took up the runes, screaming I took them,

          then I fell back from there." (verses 138-139, Larrington translation)

As a means of comparison I also offer the older translation of these verses by Benjamin Thorpe who numbers the aforesaid verses as 140-141.

"I know that I hung, on a wind-rocked tree, nine whole nights, with a spear wounded, and to Odin offered, myself to myself; on that tree, of which no one knows from what root it springs.

         "Bread no one gave me, nor a horn of drink, downward I peered, to runes applied myself,
           wailing learnt them, then fell down thence."

What is described here is most clearly a shamanistic experience; the hanging on a tree (upside down, although not explicitly stated), the pain of being stabbed by His spear and the hunger and thirst. These are all typical components of a shamanistic self-initiation. Odin is the great initiator and He shows us the path to knowledge. By comparison the crucifixion of Christ is meant as a sacrifice for the "sins of mankind". In a sense Christ sacrificed 'himself to himself' as did Odin. However it is clear from the gospel naratives that this was not necessarily Christ's intention. He was forced into this predicament through his betrayal by his disciple Judas Iscariot. Odin however willingly placed Himself onto that windy tree. It was His intention to obtain initiation and subsequent knowledge via this experience. Knowledge and enlightenment always follows genuine initiation whether it is carried out by a human initiator as in Odinic/Wodenic profession or via a form of self-initiation through a shamanistic experience which is markedly different. This experience was known to the Indo-Europeans thousands of years before the crucifixion and there is no evidence that either the crucifixion ever took place or that Jesus Christ is an historical figure, deluded or not.

Christ's crucifixion has been interpreted as a means of universal 'cleansing from sin' which is appropriated to the individual through faith in this act. By contrast the Germanic path does not acknowledge 'sin' and thus no 'cleansing' is required. Odin placed Himself onto the tree. He was not forced to do this as Christ was. This was no degrading experience. Unlike the crucifixion this was not a public event but one which was extremely private as most shamanistic experiences are and He embarked upon this for His own self-advancement, not as a sacrifice for the masses. Neither was this a means of punishment as the crucifixion was.

Odin's spiritual insight developed markedly after His winning of the runes for immediately after the verse quoted above He outlines 18 'spells' which are the basis more than likely for the 18 runes Armanen Futhork.

As previously stated Odin must have hung upside down (unlike Christ but like St Peter) for it is stated that "downwards I peered; I took up the runes....". It does not make sense to interpret this in any other way. As an aside it is clear to me and other Initiates that Odin's shamanistic sacrifice is depicted on the 12th card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot, the 'Hanged Man'. It is clear that the acquisition of the runes or runic knowledge was the purpose of Odin's sacrifice of  'Himself to Himself'. Odin sacrificed his 'lower Self' to His 'higher Self'. Although Odin's hanging on the world tree was primarily for His own advancement it did consequently bring benefits to Germanic man as verse 164 states:

"Now is the song of the High One recited, in the High
   One's hall,  
           very useful to the sons of men,

           quite useless to the sons of giants,

           luck to him who recites, luck to him who knows!

           May he benefit, he who learnt it,

           luck to those who listened!" (Larrington)

"Now are the High-one's songs, in the High-one's hall, to the sons of men all-useful, but useless to the Jotun's sons. Hail to him who has sung them! Hail to him who knows them! May he profit who has learnt them! Hail to those who have listened to them!" (verse 166, Thorpe)

Clearly the xtian church used this comparison between Christ and Odin, albeit in a very superficial way to convince their Germanic converts that the 'White Christ' was not so different from their own Woden/Wodan/Wotan/Odin but promised them the fruits of an easy an unearned 'eternal life' through mere belief without any human effort and by the same token threatened eternal punishment (in true semitic fashion) to those who refused to believe in this desert god and comply with the church's demands. As we know the masses can be easily bribed and cajoled into doing what they are told through threats. The missionaries realised that whole peoples could be converted much more quickly and thoroughly by converting their kings and tribal chiefs first.  They took advantage of the hospitality and the tolerance of heathen Germanic man. It would have been far better to have speared these shavelings as soon as they landed on our shores, sacrificing them to our Gods and this would have spared the Germanic peoples centuries of fratricidal conflict and the genocide we are experiencing now via unrestrained alien immigration-which the churches (always an enemy of the blood and the folk) are actively encouraging.

Saturday, June 04, 2016

The Fox's Prophecy

My readers are directed to the excellent post on Wulf Ingesunnu's blog

I am posting here the prophecy in full to complement Wulf's article. This truly is a prophecy that has and is coming true today 145 years after it was penned by D.W. Nash. Apart from it being a prophecy of England's doom it is also a message of hope and it is important to stress this. England or the English in some form or another will survive and flourish again just as after Ragnarok some of the Aesir will survive and recover the Golden Tablets and the Hammer of Thor. Man will be reborn along with the earth and the Sun Herself and he will once more walk in peaceful communion with the Gods.

Tom Hill was in the saddle
One bright November morn,
The echoing glades of Guiting Wood
Where ringing with his horn.
The diamonds of the hoar-frost
Were sparkling in the sun,
Upon the falling leaves the drops
Were shining one by one.
The hare lay on the fallow,
The robin caroled free;
The linnet and the yellow finch
Twittered from tree to tree.
In stately march the sable rook
Followed the clanking plough;
Apart their watchful sentinel
Cawed from the topmost bough.
Peeped from her hole the field-mouse
Amid the fallen leaves;
From twig to twig the spider
Her filmy cable weaves.
The wavings of the pine boughs
The squirrel’s from disclosure;
And through the purple beech-tops
The whirring pheasant rose.
The startled rabbit scuttered
Across the grassy ride;
High in mid-air the hovering hawk
Wheeled round in circles wide.
The freshest wind was blowing
O’er groves of beech and oak,
And through the boughs of larch and pine
The struggling sunbeam broke.
The varied tints of autumn
Still lingered on the wood,
And on the leaves the morning sun
Poured out a golden flood.
Soft, fleecy clouds were sailing
Across the vault of blue;
A fairer hunting morning
No huntsman ever knew.
All nature seemed rejoicing
That glorious morn to see;
All seemed to breathe a fresher life -
Beast, insect, bird, and tree.
But sounds and sight of beauty
Fell dull on eye and ear;
The huntsman’s heart was heavy
His brow oppresses with care.
High in his stirrups raised he stood,
And long he gazed around;
And breathlessly and anxiously
He listened for a sound.
But nought he heard save song of bird,
Or jay’s discordant cry;
Or when among the tree-tops
The wind went murmuring by.
No voice of hound, no sound of horn;
The woods around were mute,
As though the earth had swallowed up
His comrades-man and brute.
The thought, ‘I must essay to find
My hounds at any cost;
A huntsman who has lost his hounds
Is but a huntsman lost.’
The round he turned his horse’s head,
And shook his bridle free,
When he was struck by an aged fox
That sat beneath a tree.
He raised his eyes in glad surprise,
That huntsman keen and bold;
But there was in that fox’s look
That made his blood run cold.
He raised his hand to touch his horn,
And shout a ‘Tally-ho!’
But, mastered by that fox’s eye,
His lips refused to blow,
For he was grim and gaunt of limb,
With age all silvered o’er;
He might have been an Artic fox
Escaped from Greenland’s shore.
But age his vigor had not tamed,
Not dimm’d his sparkling eye,
Which shone with an unearthly fire -
A fire could never die.
And thus the huntsman he addressed,
In tones distinct and clear,
Who heard as they who in a dream
The fairies’ music hear.
‘Huntsman,’ he said­a sudden thrill
Through all the listener ran,
To hear a creature of the wood
Speak like a Christian man ­
‘Last of my race, to me ‘tis given
The future to unfold,
To speak the words which never yet
Spake fox of mortal mould.
‘Then print my words upon your heart,
And stamp them on your brain,
That you to others may impart
My prophecy again.
‘Strong life is yours in manhood’s prime,
Your cheek with heat is red;
Time has not laid his finger yet
In earnest on your head.
‘But ere your limbs are bent with age,
And ere your locks are grey,
The sport that you have loved so well
Shall long have passed away.
In vain shall generous Colmore
Your hunt consent to keep;
In vain the Rendcombe baronet
With gold your stores shall heap.
In vain Sir Alexander,
And Watson Keen in vain,
O’er the pleasant Cotswold hills
The joyous sport maintain.
‘Vain all their efforts: spite of all,
Draws nigh the fatal morn,
When the last Cotswold fox shall hear
The latest huntsman’s horn.
‘Yet think not, huntsman, I rejoice
To see the end so near;
Nor think the sound of horn and hound
To me a sound of fear.
‘In my strong youth, which numbers now
Full many a winter back,
How scornfully I shook my brush
Before the Berkeley pack.
‘How oft from Painswick Hill I’ve seen
The morning mist uncurl,
When Harry Airis blew the horn
Before the wrathful Earl.
‘How oft I’ve heard the Cotswolds’ cry
As Turner cheered the pack,
And laughed to see his baffled hounds
Hang vainly on my track.
‘Then think not that I speak in fear,
Or prophesy in hate;
Too well I know the doom reserved
For all my tribe by fate.
‘Too well I know, by wisdom taught
The existence of my race
O’er all wide England’s green domain
Is bound up with Chase.
‘Better in early youth and strength
The race for life to run,
Than poisoned like the noxious rat,
Or slain by felon gun.
‘Better by wily sleight and turn
The eager hound to foil,
Thank slaughtered by each baser churl
Who yet shall till the soil.
‘For not upon these hills alone
The doom of sport shall fall;
O’er the broad face of England creeps
The shadow on the wall.
‘The years roll on: old manors change,
Old customs lose their sway;
New fashions rule; the grandsire’s garb
Moves ridicule to-day.
‘The woodlands where my race has bred
Unto the axe shall yield;
Hedgerow and copse shall cease to shade
The ever-widening field.
‘The manly sports of England
Shall vanish on by one;
The manly blood of England
In weaker veins shall run.
‘The furzy down, the moorland heath,
The steam plough shall invade;
Nor park nor manor shall escape ­
Common, nor forest glade.
‘Degenerate sons of manlier sires
To lower joys shall fall;
The faithless lore of Germany,
The guilded vice of Gaul.
‘The sports of their forefathers
To baser tastes shall yield;
The vices of the town displace
The pleasures of the field.
‘For swiftly o’er the level shore
The waves of progress ride;
The ancient landmarks one by one
Shall sink beneath the tide.
‘Time ­ honoured creeds and ancient faith,
The Altar and the Crown,
Lordship’s hereditary right,
Before that tide go down.
‘Base churls shall mock the mighty names
Writ on the roll of time;
Religion shall be held a jest,
And loyalty a crime.
‘No word of prayer, no hymn of praise
Sound in the village school;
The people’s education
Utilitarians rule.
‘In England’s ancient pulpits
Lay orators shall preach
New creeds, and free religions
Self ­ made apostles teach.
‘The peasants to their daily tasks
In surly silence fall;
No kindly hospitalities
In farmhouse or in hall.
‘Nor harvest feast nor Christmas tide
Shall farm or manor hold;
Science alone can plenty give,
The only god is Gold.
“The homes where love and peace should dwell.
Fierce politics shall vex.
And unsexed woman strive to prove
Herself the coarser sex.
‘Mechanics in their workshop
Affairs of State decide;
Honour and truth ­ old fashioned words ­
The noisy mobs deride.
‘The statesmen that should rule the realm
Coarse demagogues displace;
The glory of a thousand years
Shall end in foul disgrace.
The honour of old England,
Cotton shall buy and sell,
And hardware manufacturers
Cry “Peace! ­ lo! All is well.”
Trade shall be held the only good,
And gain the sole device;
The statesman’s maxim shall be peace,
And peace at any price.
“Her army and her navy
Britain shall cast aside;
Soldiers and ships are costly things,
Defence an empty pride.
The German and the Muscovite
Shall rule the narrow seas;
Old England’s flag shall cease to float
In triumph on the breeze
The footstep of the invader
Then England’s shore shall know,
While home­bred traitors give the hand
To England’s every foe.
‘Disarmed, before the foreigner,
The knee shall humbly bend,
And yield the treasures that she lacked
The wisdom to defend.
‘But not for aye-­yet once again,
When purged by fire and sword,
The land her freedom shall regain,
To manlier thoughts restored.
“Taught wisdom by disaster,
England shall learn to know
That trade is not the only gain
Heaven gives to man below.
‘The greed for gold departed,
The golden calf cast down,
Old England’s sons again shall raise
The Altar and the Crown.
“Rejoicing seas shall welcome
Their mistress once again;
Again the banner of St. George
Shall rule upon the main.
“The blood of the invader
Her pastures shall manure;
His bones unburied on her fields
For monuments endure.
‘Again in hall and homestead
Shall joy and peace be seen,
And smiling children raise again
The maypole on the green.
‘Again the hospitable board
Shall groan with Christmas cheer,
And mutual service bind again
The peasant and the peer.
“Again the smiling hedgerow
Shall field from field divide;
Again among the woodlands
The scarlet troop shall ride.’
Again it seemed that aged fox
More prophecies would say,
When sudden came upon a wind,
‘Hark forrard! Gone away!’
The listener started from his trance ­
He sat there all alone;
That well-known cry had burst the spell,
The aged fox was gone.
The huntsman turned. He spurred his steed,
And to the cry he sped;
And, when he thought upon that fox,
Said naught, but shook his head.

My readers will note the reference to Germany, 'Gaul' and the 'Muscovite' but this was at a time of great rivalry between the European powers and when Germany had become reunited in the Second Reich (after the Franco-Prussian war of 1870-1871) which lasted until 1918 with the abdication of the Kaiser. However one could also interpret this as the economic domination of Germany and France (Deutschland und Frankreich) through the European Union (a type of Fourth Reich). One must also understand that at this time England was a strongly xtian country, hence the reference to the 'altar' etc.

True to the prophecy we are now living in the base age of the rule of the 'people' or the 'mob'. England's proud statesmen have now become political whores, her defences have been abandoned and no one resists the invader any more. We have seen the destruction of our sacred countryside and this is still happening with the illegal construction of houses (due to alien immigration) on what is supposed to be protected green belt land and the rape of our land through fracking which has the potential to poison our water supplies and cause earthquakes. This is all done in the name of profit, for 'gold' which has become the new 'god'. Despite the clear will of the people North Yorkshire County Council have shown their contempt for 'democracy' and voted to allow fracking near Kirby Misperton. It is hoped that this clear contempt for the people they are supposed to represent will spark widespread civil disobedience and that those who care for and love this land will oppose this rape and pollution of our soil.

Those of us who live in England will be acutely conscious of the negative propaganda being spouted by the British government who have spent millions lying to the public about the supposed negative effects of Britain leaving the European Union. This has been done in cahoots with big business, who are not rooted in the soil and are by no means English. They care nothing for you and me. All they are interested in is  money and profit. Gold is their god. Nobody appears to be talking about the most important issue which is at stake here and that is sovereignity: the right to make our own laws, to defend our borders and hopefully to eject the alien who has broken into our land (and those who have foolishly been 'invited').

I very much doubt that the United Kingdom will vote to leave the European Union for the masses are easily fooled and even now despite one illegal war after another they still like stupid cattle believe and trust in their establishment politicians. England and indeed the British Empire was not built with the aid of foreign immigrants but by the blood and sweat of English men but if we are to believe our traitorous politicians and many employers the English cannot survive without the help of the immigrant and claim that the "English don't want work": another lie and a racist one at that! If these said employers were to make the same remarks about black people or any other racial group they would have had a visit from the Thought Police!

My thanks to Wulf, a true English son of the soil for his article which has important implications for those of us living in England in these times.