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  • skyegamble89
    I think it would be interesting to initiate a discussion about the relationship between Evola and National Socialism, or more particularly, Evola s attitude
    Message 1 of 22 , Jun 6, 2005
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      I think it would be interesting to initiate a discussion about the
      relationship
      between Evola and National Socialism, or more particularly, Evola's
      attitude
      regarding Adolf Hitler.

      From reading various articles, and in particular, Evola's "Hitler e
      le società
      segrete", and as has been acknowledged here repeatedly, we can see
      that
      Evola severely criticized Hitler for, among other things, his lack of
      transcendent foundations, his biological reductivism, his almost
      mediumistic
      qualities, etc.

      On the other hand, I detect a certain admiration on the part of
      Evola, and, as
      was recently stated here, the racial theories of Evola and Hitler,
      despite being
      fundamentally different, have certain similarities. As I have not had
      access to
      the entire, untranslated Evolian opus, I would appreciate the input
      of those
      who have read further into this subject.

      Thank you,
      Skye J. Gamble
    • evola_as_he_is
      Hello, First of all, Hitler e le società segrete is an excellent article, insofar as the views which are developed in it on the much controversial question
      Message 2 of 22 , Jun 6, 2005
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        Hello,

        First of all, 'Hitler e le società segrete' is an excellent article,
        insofar as the views which are developed in it on the much
        controversial question of the relationship between National-Socialism
        and secret societies and initiatory organisations are closely akin to
        those of... the National-Socialist hierarchy itself on this matter,
        whether the authors of airport novels like 'The Spear of Destiny'
        or 'The Dawn of Magic' or the readers of romantic novels on the so-
        called 'Thule Gesellschaft', from which Hitler and most top-ranking
        National-Socialist officials kept their distance and which they
        didn't take seriously, like it or not.

        These views were summed up with humour by Goebbels, the most faithful
        man to Hitler, in 'Struggle for Berlin': "The party had not been
        banned by the police that migratory birds of nationalism appeared.
        Some intervened for the reform of the German language, others thought
        they had found the philosopher's stone in biochemics or in
        homeopathics, others saw in Pückler, the anti-Semitic count, the
        saviour of the XXth century, others had discovered a new
        revolutionary financial theory, and others revealed the original link
        between nationalism and atomic disintegration. All these more or less
        esoteric activities were hitched to the party's train. The
        specialists mistook their preposterous crazes for National-Socialism
        and insisted on the Party aligning itself with their claiming, most
        often shameless and arrogant, if it did not want to dissipate and to
        waste its whole historical mission. Only an unshakeable firmness can
        limit damages of this kind. We have never let such fantasies develop
        in our movement (...)". It is important to understand that, if
        Goebbels was slightly ironical about the term 'esotericism', it may
        be because he was aware that, for a long time, 'esotericism' had been
        in the hands of the Jew. National-Socialism was a political movement
        in the broadest sense, and nothing else, and, if ever there was
        something genuinely esoteric about it, it's certainly not airport
        novels' authors who would be able to tell us what it is that it may
        have been. As stressed by Guénon, genuine initiatory organisations do
        not leave any written trace behind them.

        This "esoteric Nazism" which, from 1945 on, some novelists have tried
        to build on the basis of their own limited bourgeois comprehension of
        esotericism - only to bring discredit, for most of them, on National-
        Socialism and to demonise it in the opinion of the populace, and "to
        identify the "occult side" of this movement with what Guénon called
        the "Counter-Initiation" in the opinion of the 'initiates' - only
        existed in their mind and never existed in reality. "A serious
        investigation into Hitler's initiatory connections with secret
        societies does not lead far", nor does the much overrated book
        on 'The Occult Roots of Nazism'. By the way, is it a coincidence if
        National-Socialism was the first regime in history to have been
        suspected by historians to have an "occult background"? In fact, if
        we take into consideration the fact that one of the favourite tactics
        of the forces of subversion is to distract people's attention from
        the real issues and from the real seats of infection which they
        constantly fuel, it is to Washington, to Moscow and to London that we
        must turn our eyes to see 'black magicians' at work. In other words,
        we strongly encourage people to investigate the "occult roots of
        democracy". Democracy, to quote Maurras, is death, and, among other
        things, other deaths, it marks the death of the state and of
        politics. Thus, isn't it quite extraordinary that the principle of
        politics and of its primacy over economics was reasserted in the XXth
        century by National-Socialism and Fascism?

        Julius Evola and Adolf Hitler were both men of action. One of the
        main differences between them lies in the fact that the former never
        had the opportunity to take action, whereas the latter did. We would
        be interested in knowing on what texts by Evola, besides 'Hitler e le
        società segrete", you based yourself to judge Evola's attitude
        towards Hitler. It is correct on the whole, except that, if Evola
        pointed out at Hitler's mediumnistic qualities, it doesn't seem to us
        that he actually criticised him for having them. Obviously, a
        discussion on Evola's attitude towards Hitler could be really
        initiated on this forum only when most of the main texts published by
        the former on the latter are available in English, namely the twelfth
        chapter of 'Il Mito del sangue' ('Adolf Hitler's racism')
        and 'Fascismo e terzo reich', from which one doesn't really draw the
        impression that Evola had much admiration for Hitler.

        In the meantime, we will gladly give orientations to those who are
        interested in going deeper into this matter.

        Thompkins&Cariou







        --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "skyegamble89"
        <skyegamble89@y...> wrote:
        > I think it would be interesting to initiate a discussion about the
        > relationship
        > between Evola and National Socialism, or more particularly, Evola's
        > attitude
        > regarding Adolf Hitler.
        >
        > From reading various articles, and in particular, Evola's "Hitler e
        > le società
        > segrete", and as has been acknowledged here repeatedly, we can see
        > that
        > Evola severely criticized Hitler for, among other things, his lack
        of
        > transcendent foundations, his biological reductivism, his almost
        > mediumistic
        > qualities, etc.
        >
        > On the other hand, I detect a certain admiration on the part of
        > Evola, and, as
        > was recently stated here, the racial theories of Evola and Hitler,
        > despite being
        > fundamentally different, have certain similarities. As I have not
        had
        Show message history
        > access to
        > the entire, untranslated Evolian opus, I would appreciate the input
        > of those
        > who have read further into this subject.
        >
        > Thank you,
        > Skye J. Gamble
      • skyegamble89
        First, thank you kindly for your response to my original inquiry. Regarding what I said about Evola s possible admiration for Hitler, perhaps the more
        Message 3 of 22 , Jun 6, 2005
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          First, thank you kindly for your response to my original inquiry.
          Regarding
          what I said about Evola's possible "admiration" for Hitler, perhaps
          the more
          correct word would be "respect". I understand that, unlike Evola's
          definite
          "admiration" for Codreanu and his Legion, Evola took both National
          Socialism
          and Hitler with great reserve. It appears, however, that although
          Evola was
          critical of the "parts" of National Socialism, he accepted it as a
          whole, in the
          hope that it could be moved towards Tradition in the future. So,
          while Evola
          was highly critical of Hitler, he also acknowledged that he was a man
          "of a
          very extraordinary kind, and extremely gifted".

          Regarding Hitler's "mediumistic" qualities- as Evola emphatically
          repeats,
          these are the exact opposite of an initiatic qualification.
          Throughout his work,
          Evola emphasizes that the medium belongs to the level of the
          "subhuman"-
          below even the "human". This would be the case- but I think Hitler
          seems to
          have fooled even Evola in this regard. It is my belief that Hitler
          was less of a
          "medium" than simply a great and convincing orator. In addition to
          this, Hitler's
          famous "rages", as we learn in Irving's "Hitler's War", were very
          much put on- "I
          need tea, gentlemen- they think I'm furious!" says Hitler to his
          entourage while
          taking a break from scaring the life out of Austrian emissaries.

          For anyone who is interested and who can read Italian, there is an
          interesting
          text which you (Thompkins&Cariou) may or may not be aware of,
          entitled
          "Osservazioni critiche sul "razzismo" Nazionalsocialista", published
          in "La Vita
          Italiana" in November of 1933, in which he discusses a (then) recent
          speech
          by Hitler. It can be found here: http://www.juliusevola.it/documenti/
          template.asp?cod=283

          Thank you and kind regards,
          Skye J. Gamble
        • evola_as_he_is
          Hello, As you have noticed, this list is not meant to be a Evola fan-club , but will try to show Evola, precisely, as he was, avoiding to fall in a trap
          Message 4 of 22 , Jun 7, 2005
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            Hello,

            As you have noticed, this list is not meant to be a 'Evola fan-club',
            but will try to show Evola, precisely, as he was, avoiding to fall in
            a trap against which he once warned his readers with respect to the
            character of Mussolini: that of 'mythologising' historical
            characters. To judge the character of Evola, it should be obvious
            that one has to be possession of much more documents than those which
            are currently available to the Anglo-Saxon readers of Evola who
            cannot read Italian. Our aim is to provide, at our rate, this
            documentation in English, so that they can make up their mind about
            him in the most objective and serene way. Until all items are added
            to the file, we invite people, at least those who are not driven on
            exclusively by a spirit of controversy and, therefore, blinded, not
            to jump to conclusions. This is one of these items, relating to
            Evola's judgement on the character of Hitler, taken, precisely,
            from 'Hitler e le società segrete': Evola did not write in it that
            Hitler was "a man of a very extraordinary kind, and extremely
            gifted". This is a mistranslation. The Italian sentence is as
            follows: "Proprio quando egli fanatizzeva le folle, dava
            l'impressione che un'altra forza lo trasportesse avendolo, appunto,
            come un medium, anche se di un genere tutto particolare e
            eccezionalmente dotato": "(...) and made him as a medium, even if of
            a most special and exceptionally gifted kind". In other words, Evola
            was not saying that Hitler was "a man of a most special and
            exceptionally gifted kind", but "a medium of a most special and
            exceptionally gifted kind".

            Mediumnistic qualities are the opposite of an initiatory
            qualification, indeed. In various writings, of which 'Heathen
            Imperialism' and 'Sintesi di dottrina della razza', he points out
            that, in this day and age, in the strictly political field, only a
            man able to lead and to carry away the masses can become a leader,
            behind which an invisible true elite should be found, to which the
            former would be subordinated. To be this kind of leader, doesn't a
            man need to have a charisma enhanced by mediumnistic qualities? This
            is why we said that we didn't think that Evola was critical of Hitler
            for being an exceptionally gifted medium. To each one his place and
            his function, in a traditional order.

            As to know whether Hitler was a medium or not, this is another
            question, which we should let those who attended his speech and/or
            knew him decide. Savitri Devi seemed to think that he was one. One
            can play hysteria at will to act on one's surrounding at given
            moments, and, in this connection, you are right to remind us of
            Irving's accurate considerations on Hitler's so-called "hysteria". It
            just seems to us that one cannot pretend to be a medium: one is a
            medium or one is not.

            The penultimate sentence of the article you mention is as
            follows: "Only the future will tell us which direction the German
            reconstruction will end up taking". It was written in November 1933,
            that is only a few months after Hitler had come to power.
            In "Fascismo e terzo reich", 20 years or so after the tragic end of
            the National-Socialist experience, Evola was able to provide a
            definitive assessment of this regime, considering in a critical and
            detailed analysis of it, as he had always done, its positive from its
            negative aspects from a traditional standpoint, and not – this cannot
            be emphasised enough - from the democratic one.

            Thompkins&Cariou




            --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "skyegamble89"
            <skyegamble89@y...> wrote:
            > First, thank you kindly for your response to my original inquiry.
            > Regarding
            > what I said about Evola's possible "admiration" for Hitler, perhaps
            > the more
            > correct word would be "respect". I understand that, unlike Evola's
            > definite
            > "admiration" for Codreanu and his Legion, Evola took both National
            > Socialism
            > and Hitler with great reserve. It appears, however, that although
            > Evola was
            > critical of the "parts" of National Socialism, he accepted it as a
            > whole, in the
            > hope that it could be moved towards Tradition in the future. So,
            > while Evola
            > was highly critical of Hitler, he also acknowledged that he was a
            man
            > "of a
            > very extraordinary kind, and extremely gifted".
            >
            > Regarding Hitler's "mediumistic" qualities- as Evola emphatically
            > repeats,
            > these are the exact opposite of an initiatic qualification.
            > Throughout his work,
            > Evola emphasizes that the medium belongs to the level of the
            > "subhuman"-
            > below even the "human". This would be the case- but I think Hitler
            > seems to
            > have fooled even Evola in this regard. It is my belief that Hitler
            > was less of a
            > "medium" than simply a great and convincing orator. In addition to
            > this, Hitler's
            > famous "rages", as we learn in Irving's "Hitler's War", were very
            > much put on- "I
            > need tea, gentlemen- they think I'm furious!" says Hitler to his
            > entourage while
            > taking a break from scaring the life out of Austrian emissaries.
            >
            > For anyone who is interested and who can read Italian, there is an
            > interesting
            > text which you (Thompkins&Cariou) may or may not be aware of,
            > entitled
            > "Osservazioni critiche sul "razzismo" Nazionalsocialista", published
            > in "La Vita
            > Italiana" in November of 1933, in which he discusses a (then) recent
            > speech
            > by Hitler. It can be found here:
            http://www.juliusevola.it/documenti/
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            > template.asp?cod=283
            >
            > Thank you and kind regards,
            > Skye J. Gamble
          • skyegamble89
            Evola did not write in it that Hitler was a man of a very extraordinary kind, and extremely gifted . This is a mistranslation. The Italian sentence is as
            Message 5 of 22 , Jun 7, 2005
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              "Evola did not write in it that
              Hitler was "a man of a very extraordinary kind, and extremely
              gifted". This is a mistranslation. The Italian sentence is as
              follows: "Proprio quando egli fanatizzeva le folle, dava
              l'impressione che un'altra forza lo trasportesse avendolo, appunto,
              come un medium, anche se di un genere tutto particolare e
              eccezionalmente dotato": "(...) and made him as a medium, even if of
              a most special and exceptionally gifted kind". In other words, Evola
              was not saying that Hitler was "a man of a most special and
              exceptionally gifted kind", but "a medium of a most special and
              exceptionally gifted kind". "

              Thank you for your reply, my mistake- I was using the English translation as
              my source.
            • tlefranc10
              Below is a chapter from the book Hitler, my youth friend (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was
              Message 6 of 22 , Jul 28, 2013
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                Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.

                As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.

                "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                increased this impression.
                I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                suppressed the question.
                As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                us.
                Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                much this experience had shaken him.
                Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                though we were the only creatures in the world.
                I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                my friend.
                His words were followed by silence.
                We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                turned again towards the mountains.
                "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
              • rouesolaire
                It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral
                Message 7 of 22 , Jul 30, 2013
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                  It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                  Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                  On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                  It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                  Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.

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                  --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@...> wrote:
                  >
                  >
                  >
                  > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                  >
                  > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                  >
                  > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                  > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                  > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                  > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                  > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                  > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                  > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                  > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                  > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                  > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                  > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                  > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                  > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                  > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                  > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                  > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                  > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                  > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                  > increased this impression.
                  > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                  > suppressed the question.
                  > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                  > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                  > us.
                  > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                  > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                  > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                  > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                  > much this experience had shaken him.
                  > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                  > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                  > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                  > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                  > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                  > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                  > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                  > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                  > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                  > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                  > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                  > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                  > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                  > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                  > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                  > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                  > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                  > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                  > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                  > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                  > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                  > my friend.
                  > His words were followed by silence.
                  > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                  > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                  > turned again towards the mountains.
                  > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                  > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                  > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                  > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                  > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                  > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                  > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                  > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                  > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                  > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                  > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                  > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                  > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                  > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                  > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                  > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                  > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                  >
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                • G. van der Heide
                  The chapter Sex in the world today , included in Metafisso , comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today s daily surroundings. But by now the
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                    The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisso', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.

                    But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.

                    P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                     

                    To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                    From: rouesolaire@...
                    Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                    Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                     
                    It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                    Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                    On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                    It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                    Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.

                    Show message history
                    --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@...> wrote:
                    >
                    >
                    >
                    > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                    >
                    > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                    >
                    > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                    > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                    > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                    > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                    > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                    > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                    > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                    > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                    > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                    > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                    > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                    > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                    > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                    > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                    > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                    > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                    > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                    > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                    > increased this impression.
                    > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                    > suppressed the question.
                    > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                    > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                    > us.
                    > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                    > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                    > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                    > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                    > much this experience had shaken him.
                    > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                    > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                    > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                    > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                    > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                    > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                    > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                    > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                    > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                    > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                    > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                    > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                    > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                    > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                    > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                    > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                    > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                    > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                    > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                    > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                    > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                    > my friend.
                    > His words were followed by silence.
                    > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                    > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                    > turned again towards the mountains.
                    > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                    > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                    > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                    > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                    > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                    > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                    > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                    > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                    > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                    > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                    > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                    > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                    > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                    > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                    > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                    > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                    > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                    >


                  • Evola
                    J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as
                    Message 9 of 22 , Aug 6, 2013
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                      J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.



                      Show message history
                      --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                      >
                      > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                      >
                      > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                      >
                      > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                      >
                      > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                      >
                      > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                      > From: rouesolaire@...
                      > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                      > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                      >
                      > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                      >
                      > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                      >
                      > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                      >
                      > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                      >
                      >
                      >
                      > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                      >
                      > >
                      >
                      > >
                      >
                      > >
                      >
                      > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                      >
                      > >
                      >
                      > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                      >
                      > >
                      >
                      > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                      >
                      > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                      >
                      > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                      >
                      > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                      >
                      > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                      >
                      > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                      >
                      > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                      >
                      > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                      >
                      > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                      >
                      > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                      >
                      > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                      >
                      > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                      >
                      > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                      >
                      > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                      >
                      > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                      >
                      > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                      >
                      > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                      >
                      > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                      >
                      > > increased this impression.
                      >
                      > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                      >
                      > > suppressed the question.
                      >
                      > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                      >
                      > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                      >
                      > > us.
                      >
                      > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                      >
                      > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                      >
                      > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                      >
                      > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                      >
                      > > much this experience had shaken him.
                      >
                      > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                      >
                      > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                      >
                      > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                      >
                      > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                      >
                      > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                      >
                      > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                      >
                      > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                      >
                      > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                      >
                      > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                      >
                      > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                      >
                      > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                      >
                      > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                      >
                      > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                      >
                      > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                      >
                      > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                      >
                      > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                      >
                      > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                      >
                      > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                      >
                      > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                      >
                      > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                      >
                      > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                      >
                      > > my friend.
                      >
                      > > His words were followed by silence.
                      >
                      > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                      >
                      > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                      >
                      > > turned again towards the mountains.
                      >
                      > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                      >
                      > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                      >
                      > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                      >
                      > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                      >
                      > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                      >
                      > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                      >
                      > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                      >
                      > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                      >
                      > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                      >
                      > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                      >
                      > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                      >
                      > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                      >
                      > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                      >
                      > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                      >
                      > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                      >
                      > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                      >
                      > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                      >
                      > >
                      >
                    • G. van der Heide
                      The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/,
                      Message 10 of 22 , Aug 19, 2013
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                        The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                        To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                        From: evola_as_he_is@...
                        Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                        Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                         
                        J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                        Show message history
                        --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                        >
                        > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                        >
                        > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                        >
                        > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                        >
                        > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                        >
                        > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                        > From: rouesolaire@...
                        > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                        > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                        >
                        > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                        >
                        > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                        >
                        > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                        >
                        > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                        >
                        >
                        >
                        > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                        >
                        > >
                        >
                        > >
                        >
                        > >
                        >
                        > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                        >
                        > >
                        >
                        > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                        >
                        > >
                        >
                        > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                        >
                        > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                        >
                        > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                        >
                        > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                        >
                        > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                        >
                        > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                        >
                        > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                        >
                        > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                        >
                        > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                        >
                        > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                        >
                        > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                        >
                        > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                        >
                        > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                        >
                        > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                        >
                        > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                        >
                        > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                        >
                        > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                        >
                        > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                        >
                        > > increased this impression.
                        >
                        > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                        >
                        > > suppressed the question.
                        >
                        > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                        >
                        > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                        >
                        > > us.
                        >
                        > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                        >
                        > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                        >
                        > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                        >
                        > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                        >
                        > > much this experience had shaken him.
                        >
                        > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                        >
                        > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                        >
                        > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                        >
                        > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                        >
                        > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                        >
                        > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                        >
                        > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                        >
                        > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                        >
                        > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                        >
                        > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                        >
                        > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                        >
                        > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                        >
                        > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                        >
                        > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                        >
                        > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                        >
                        > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                        >
                        > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                        >
                        > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                        >
                        > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                        >
                        > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                        >
                        > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                        >
                        > > my friend.
                        >
                        > > His words were followed by silence.
                        >
                        > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                        >
                        > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                        >
                        > > turned again towards the mountains.
                        >
                        > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                        >
                        > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                        >
                        > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                        >
                        > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                        >
                        > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                        >
                        > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                        >
                        > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                        >
                        > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                        >
                        > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                        >
                        > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                        >
                        > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                        >
                        > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                        >
                        > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                        >
                        > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                        >
                        > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                        >
                        > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                        >
                        > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                        >
                        > >
                        >


                      • rouesolaire
                        In addtion, a Nordic-Aryan standpoint on cosmetics was explained by Xenophon in chapter ten of “Oeconomicus“:
                        Message 11 of 22 , Sep 4, 2013
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                          In addtion, a Nordic-Aryan standpoint on cosmetics was explained by Xenophon in chapter ten of “Oeconomicus“: http://ancienthistory.about.com/library/bl/bl_xenophon_economist10.htm .

                          About closely related topics, Julian The Emperor wrote “Mabinogion”: http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/ancient/julian-mispogon.asp - http://www.romansonline.com/Indx_src.asp?Doccode=Msp_01 .



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                          --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                          The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                          To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                          From: evola_as_he_is@...
                          Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                          Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                           
                          J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                          --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                          >
                          > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                          >
                          > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                          >
                          > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                          >
                          > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                          >
                          > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                          > From: rouesolaire@...
                          > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                          > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                          >
                          > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                          >
                          > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                          >
                          > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                          >
                          > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                          >
                          >
                          >
                          > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                          >
                          > >
                          >
                          > >
                          >
                          > >
                          >
                          > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                          >
                          > >
                          >
                          > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                          >
                          > >
                          >
                          > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                          >
                          > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                          >
                          > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                          >
                          > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                          >
                          > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                          >
                          > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                          >
                          > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                          >
                          > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                          >
                          > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                          >
                          > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                          >
                          > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                          >
                          > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                          >
                          > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                          >
                          > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                          >
                          > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                          >
                          > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                          >
                          > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                          >
                          > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                          >
                          > > increased this impression.
                          >
                          > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                          >
                          > > suppressed the question.
                          >
                          > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                          >
                          > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                          >
                          > > us.
                          >
                          > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                          >
                          > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                          >
                          > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                          >
                          > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                          >
                          > > much this experience had shaken him.
                          >
                          > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                          >
                          > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                          >
                          > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                          >
                          > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                          >
                          > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                          >
                          > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                          >
                          > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                          >
                          > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                          >
                          > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                          >
                          > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                          >
                          > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                          >
                          > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                          >
                          > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                          >
                          > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                          >
                          > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                          >
                          > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                          >
                          > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                          >
                          > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                          >
                          > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                          >
                          > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                          >
                          > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                          >
                          > > my friend.
                          >
                          > > His words were followed by silence.
                          >
                          > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                          >
                          > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                          >
                          > > turned again towards the mountains.
                          >
                          > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                          >
                          > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                          >
                          > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                          >
                          > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                          >
                          > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                          >
                          > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                          >
                          > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                          >
                          > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                          >
                          > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                          >
                          > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                          >
                          > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                          >
                          > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                          >
                          > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                          >
                          > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                          >
                          > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                          >
                          > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                          >
                          > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                          >
                          > >
                          >


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                        • rouesolaire
                          In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic
                          Message 12 of 22 , Oct 13, 2013
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                            In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                            The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                            On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                            Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                             

                            One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                            Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                            http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                            And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



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                            ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                            The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                            To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                            From: evola_as_he_is@...
                            Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                            Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                             
                            J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                            --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                            >
                            > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                            >
                            > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                            >
                            > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                            >
                            > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                            >
                            > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                            > From: rouesolaire@...
                            > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                            > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                            >
                            > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                            >
                            > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                            >
                            > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                            >
                            > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                            >
                            >
                            >
                            > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                            >
                            > >
                            >
                            > >
                            >
                            > >
                            >
                            > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                            >
                            > >
                            >
                            > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                            >
                            > >
                            >
                            > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                            >
                            > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                            >
                            > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                            >
                            > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                            >
                            > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                            >
                            > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                            >
                            > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                            >
                            > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                            >
                            > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                            >
                            > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                            >
                            > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                            >
                            > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                            >
                            > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                            >
                            > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                            >
                            > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                            >
                            > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                            >
                            > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                            >
                            > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                            >
                            > > increased this impression.
                            >
                            > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                            >
                            > > suppressed the question.
                            >
                            > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                            >
                            > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                            >
                            > > us.
                            >
                            > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                            >
                            > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                            >
                            > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                            >
                            > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                            >
                            > > much this experience had shaken him.
                            >
                            > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                            >
                            > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                            >
                            > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                            >
                            > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                            >
                            > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                            >
                            > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                            >
                            > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                            >
                            > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                            >
                            > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                            >
                            > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                            >
                            > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                            >
                            > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                            >
                            > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                            >
                            > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                            >
                            > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                            >
                            > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                            >
                            > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                            >
                            > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                            >
                            > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                            >
                            > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                            >
                            > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                            >
                            > > my friend.
                            >
                            > > His words were followed by silence.
                            >
                            > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                            >
                            > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                            >
                            > > turned again towards the mountains.
                            >
                            > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                            >
                            > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                            >
                            > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                            >
                            > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                            >
                            > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                            >
                            > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                            >
                            > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                            >
                            > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                            >
                            > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                            >
                            > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                            >
                            > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                            >
                            > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                            >
                            > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                            >
                            > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                            >
                            > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                            >
                            > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                            >
                            > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                            >
                            > >
                            >


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                          • G. van der Heide
                            These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of sexual harassment for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More
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                              These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.
                               
                              When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                              P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.

                               

                              From: rouesolaire@...
                              To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                              Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 15:10:01 -0700
                              Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                               

                              In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                              The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                              On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                              Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                               

                              One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                              Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                              http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                              And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



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                              ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                              The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                              To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                              From: evola_as_he_is@...
                              Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                              Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                               
                              J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                              --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                              >
                              > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                              >
                              > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                              >
                              > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                              >
                              > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                              >
                              > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                              > From: rouesolaire@...
                              > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                              > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                              >
                              > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                              >
                              > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                              >
                              > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                              >
                              > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                              >
                              >
                              >
                              > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                              >
                              > >
                              >
                              > >
                              >
                              > >
                              >
                              > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                              >
                              > >
                              >
                              > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                              >
                              > >
                              >
                              > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                              >
                              > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                              >
                              > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                              >
                              > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                              >
                              > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                              >
                              > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                              >
                              > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                              >
                              > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                              >
                              > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                              >
                              > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                              >
                              > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                              >
                              > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                              >
                              > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                              >
                              > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                              >
                              > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                              >
                              > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                              >
                              > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                              >
                              > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                              >
                              > > increased this impression.
                              >
                              > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                              >
                              > > suppressed the question.
                              >
                              > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                              >
                              > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                              >
                              > > us.
                              >
                              > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                              >
                              > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                              >
                              > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                              >
                              > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                              >
                              > > much this experience had shaken him.
                              >
                              > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                              >
                              > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                              >
                              > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                              >
                              > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                              >
                              > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                              >
                              > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                              >
                              > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                              >
                              > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                              >
                              > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                              >
                              > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                              >
                              > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                              >
                              > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                              >
                              > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                              >
                              > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                              >
                              > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                              >
                              > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                              >
                              > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                              >
                              > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                              >
                              > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                              >
                              > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                              >
                              > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                              >
                              > > my friend.
                              >
                              > > His words were followed by silence.
                              >
                              > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                              >
                              > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                              >
                              > > turned again towards the mountains.
                              >
                              > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                              >
                              > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                              >
                              > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                              >
                              > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                              >
                              > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                              >
                              > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                              >
                              > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                              >
                              > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                              >
                              > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                              >
                              > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                              >
                              > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                              >
                              > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                              >
                              > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                              >
                              > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                              >
                              > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                              >
                              > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                              >
                              > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                              >
                              > >
                              >



                            • evola_as_he_is
                              Tactically and from a juridical standpoint - that of the Law - it might be worth putting this notion across, so that this expression of the legal Newspeak
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                                Tactically and from a juridical standpoint - that of the Law - it might be worth putting this notion across, so that this expression of the legal "Newspeak" backfires against those who coined it. Having said that, and leaving aside any legal context, are you sure that that kind of "harassment" is actually of a sexual nature ?


                                These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.

                                 
                                When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.


                                Show message history
                                ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

                                These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.
                                 
                                When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.

                                 

                                From: rouesolaire@...
                                To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 15:10:01 -0700
                                Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                 

                                In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                                The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                                On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                                Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                                 

                                One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                                Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                                http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                                And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



                                ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                                To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                                Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                                 
                                J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                                --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                                >
                                > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                                >
                                > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                                >
                                > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                                >
                                > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                                >
                                > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                > From: rouesolaire@...
                                > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                                > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                                >
                                > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                                >
                                > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                                >
                                > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                                >
                                > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                                >
                                > >
                                >
                                > >
                                >
                                > >
                                >
                                > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                                >
                                > >
                                >
                                > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                                >
                                > >
                                >
                                > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                                >
                                > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                                >
                                > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                                >
                                > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                                >
                                > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                                >
                                > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                                >
                                > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                                >
                                > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                                >
                                > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                                >
                                > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                                >
                                > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                                >
                                > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                                >
                                > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                                >
                                > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                                >
                                > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                                >
                                > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                                >
                                > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                                >
                                > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                                >
                                > > increased this impression.
                                >
                                > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                                >
                                > > suppressed the question.
                                >
                                > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                                >
                                > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                                >
                                > > us.
                                >
                                > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                                >
                                > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                                >
                                > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                                >
                                > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                                >
                                > > much this experience had shaken him.
                                >
                                > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                                >
                                > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                                >
                                > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                                >
                                > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                                >
                                > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                                >
                                > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                                >
                                > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                                >
                                > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                                >
                                > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                                >
                                > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                                >
                                > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                                >
                                > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                                >
                                > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                                >
                                > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                                >
                                > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                                >
                                > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                                >
                                > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                                >
                                > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                                >
                                > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                                >
                                > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                                >
                                > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                                >
                                > > my friend.
                                >
                                > > His words were followed by silence.
                                >
                                > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                                >
                                > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                                >
                                > > turned again towards the mountains.
                                >
                                > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                                >
                                > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                                >
                                > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                                >
                                > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                                >
                                > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                                >
                                > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                                >
                                > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                                >
                                > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                                >
                                > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                                >
                                > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                                >
                                > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                                >
                                > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                                >
                                > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                                >
                                > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                                >
                                > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                                >
                                > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                                >
                                > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                                >
                                > >
                                >



                              • G. van der Heide
                                Even in the area of the Law playfulness is sometimes required. A harassment, yes, but non-sexual eventually. To explain eroticization as being economically
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                                  Even in the area of the Law playfulness is sometimes required. A harassment, yes, but non-sexual eventually.

                                  To explain eroticization as being economically motivated: this can not be refuted. It would be meaningful to speak here of economy in a wider, or better yet, deeper sense. Economy viewed as religion or cult (as not to exclude the occult dimensions of the problem), and consequentially as a slave religion. The metaphor of the anthill or beehive is useful here.

                                  But eroticization must be understood as a means of warfare in the service of an external enemy first and foremost. No use to talk about female spies these days, though perhaps still http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/, whereas the usage of modern mass media and communication technology has more or less automated certain activities and processes. We could refer here to the wide availabilty of pornography, but in a strict sense it is not limited thereto, of course.


                                  From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                  To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                  Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 14:00:40 -0700
                                  Subject: RE: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                   

                                  Tactically and from a juridical standpoint - that of the Law - it might be worth putting this notion across, so that this expression of the legal "Newspeak" backfires against those who coined it. Having said that, and leaving aside any legal context, are you sure that that kind of "harassment" is actually of a sexual nature ?


                                  These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.

                                   
                                  When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                  P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.


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                                  ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

                                  These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.
                                   
                                  When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                  P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.

                                   

                                  From: rouesolaire@...
                                  To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                  Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 15:10:01 -0700
                                  Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                   

                                  In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                                  The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                                  On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                                  Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                                   

                                  One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                                  Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                                  http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                                  And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                                  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



                                  ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                  The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                                  To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                  From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                  Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                                  Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                                   
                                  J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                                  --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                                  >
                                  > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                                  >
                                  > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                                  >
                                  > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                                  >
                                  > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                                  >
                                  > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                  > From: rouesolaire@...
                                  > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                                  > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                                  >
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                                  > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                                  >
                                  > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                                  >
                                  > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                                  >
                                  > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                                  >
                                  > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                                  >
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                                  >
                                  > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                                  >
                                  > >
                                  >
                                  > >
                                  >
                                  > >
                                  >
                                  > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                                  >
                                  > >
                                  >
                                  > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                                  >
                                  > >
                                  >
                                  > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                                  >
                                  > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                                  >
                                  > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                                  >
                                  > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                                  >
                                  > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                                  >
                                  > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                                  >
                                  > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                                  >
                                  > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                                  >
                                  > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                                  >
                                  > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                                  >
                                  > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                                  >
                                  > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                                  >
                                  > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                                  >
                                  > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                                  >
                                  > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                                  >
                                  > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                                  >
                                  > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                                  >
                                  > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                                  >
                                  > > increased this impression.
                                  >
                                  > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                                  >
                                  > > suppressed the question.
                                  >
                                  > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                                  >
                                  > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                                  >
                                  > > us.
                                  >
                                  > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                                  >
                                  > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                                  >
                                  > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                                  >
                                  > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                                  >
                                  > > much this experience had shaken him.
                                  >
                                  > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                                  >
                                  > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                                  >
                                  > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                                  >
                                  > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                                  >
                                  > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                                  >
                                  > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                                  >
                                  > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                                  >
                                  > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                                  >
                                  > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                                  >
                                  > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                                  >
                                  > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                                  >
                                  > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                                  >
                                  > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                                  >
                                  > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                                  >
                                  > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                                  >
                                  > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                                  >
                                  > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                                  >
                                  > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                                  >
                                  > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                                  >
                                  > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                                  >
                                  > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                                  >
                                  > > my friend.
                                  >
                                  > > His words were followed by silence.
                                  >
                                  > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                                  >
                                  > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                                  >
                                  > > turned again towards the mountains.
                                  >
                                  > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                                  >
                                  > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                                  >
                                  > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                                  >
                                  > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                                  >
                                  > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                                  >
                                  > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                                  >
                                  > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                                  >
                                  > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                                  >
                                  > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                                  >
                                  > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                                  >
                                  > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                                  >
                                  > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                                  >
                                  > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                                  >
                                  > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                                  >
                                  > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                                  >
                                  > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                                  >
                                  > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                                  >
                                  > >
                                  >




                                • G. van der Heide
                                  The essay Eugenic Education for Women and Girls by A. Ravenhill has been reproduced at http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news100220121405.html,
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                                    The essay 'Eugenic Education for Women and Girls' by A. Ravenhill has been reproduced at http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news100220121405.html, http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news110220121333.html .

                                    It should be updated in one way or another. Today's standards are obviously altogether different. As far as working conditions are concerned, it's not so much the toil of hard work that is an issue, but more an "out-of-placeness" and the increase of performing random or unsuitable work activities. As for food, the discussions on this list about the subject show that the circumstances don't compare. To put it bluntly: there's plenty of it, leaving aside what this "food" actually consists of.


                                    From: g.vdheide@...
                                    To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                    Subject: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler
                                    Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 15:07:23 +0200

                                    Even in the area of the Law playfulness is sometimes required. A harassment, yes, but non-sexual eventually.

                                    To explain eroticization as being economically motivated: this can not be refuted. It would be meaningful to speak here of economy in a wider, or better yet, deeper sense. Economy viewed as religion or cult (as not to exclude the occult dimensions of the problem), and consequentially as a slave religion. The metaphor of the anthill or beehive is useful here.

                                    But eroticization must be understood as a means of warfare in the service of an external enemy first and foremost. No use to talk about female spies these days, though perhaps still http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/, whereas the usage of modern mass media and communication technology has more or less automated certain activities and processes. We could refer here to the wide availabilty of pornography, but in a strict sense it is not limited thereto, of course.


                                    From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                    To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                    Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 14:00:40 -0700
                                    Subject: RE: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                     

                                    Tactically and from a juridical standpoint - that of the Law - it might be worth putting this notion across, so that this expression of the legal "Newspeak" backfires against those who coined it. Having said that, and leaving aside any legal context, are you sure that that kind of "harassment" is actually of a sexual nature ?


                                    These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.

                                     
                                    When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                    P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.


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                                    ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

                                    These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.
                                     
                                    When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                    P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.

                                     

                                    From: rouesolaire@...
                                    To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                    Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 15:10:01 -0700
                                    Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                     

                                    In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                                    The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                                    On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                                    Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                                     

                                    One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                                    Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                                    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                                    And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                                    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



                                    ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                    The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                                    To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                    From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                    Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                                    Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                                     
                                    J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                                    --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                                    >
                                    > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                                    >
                                    > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                                    >
                                    > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                                    >
                                    > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                                    >
                                    > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                    > From: rouesolaire@...
                                    > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                                    > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
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                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
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                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
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                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                                    >
                                    > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                                    >
                                    > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                                    >
                                    > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                                    >
                                    > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                                    >
                                    >
                                    >
                                    > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                                    >
                                    > >
                                    >
                                    > >
                                    >
                                    > >
                                    >
                                    > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                                    >
                                    > >
                                    >
                                    > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                                    >
                                    > >
                                    >
                                    > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                                    >
                                    > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                                    >
                                    > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                                    >
                                    > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                                    >
                                    > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                                    >
                                    > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                                    >
                                    > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                                    >
                                    > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                                    >
                                    > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                                    >
                                    > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                                    >
                                    > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                                    >
                                    > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                                    >
                                    > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                                    >
                                    > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                                    >
                                    > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                                    >
                                    > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                                    >
                                    > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                                    >
                                    > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                                    >
                                    > > increased this impression.
                                    >
                                    > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                                    >
                                    > > suppressed the question.
                                    >
                                    > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                                    >
                                    > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                                    >
                                    > > us.
                                    >
                                    > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                                    >
                                    > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                                    >
                                    > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                                    >
                                    > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                                    >
                                    > > much this experience had shaken him.
                                    >
                                    > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                                    >
                                    > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                                    >
                                    > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                                    >
                                    > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                                    >
                                    > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                                    >
                                    > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                                    >
                                    > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                                    >
                                    > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                                    >
                                    > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                                    >
                                    > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                                    >
                                    > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                                    >
                                    > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                                    >
                                    > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                                    >
                                    > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                                    >
                                    > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                                    >
                                    > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                                    >
                                    > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                                    >
                                    > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                                    >
                                    > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                                    >
                                    > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                                    >
                                    > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                                    >
                                    > > my friend.
                                    >
                                    > > His words were followed by silence.
                                    >
                                    > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                                    >
                                    > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                                    >
                                    > > turned again towards the mountains.
                                    >
                                    > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                                    >
                                    > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                                    >
                                    > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                                    >
                                    > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                                    >
                                    > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                                    >
                                    > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                                    >
                                    > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                                    >
                                    > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                                    >
                                    > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                                    >
                                    > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                                    >
                                    > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                                    >
                                    > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                                    >
                                    > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                                    >
                                    > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                                    >
                                    > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                                    >
                                    > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                                    >
                                    > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                                    >
                                    > >
                                    >




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                                    The disastrous effects of the so-called “industrial revolution” on contemporary society are insightfully evoked : “The mushroom growth of factories and
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                                      The disastrous effects of the so-called “industrial revolution” on contemporary society are insightfully evoked : “The mushroom growth of factories and the associated reduction of domestic industries led also to a demand for cheap labour, of which an immediate result was the adoption of that system of false economics which compelled women and children to labour in factories and mines, and thus exposed them to the stress of keen industrial competition, and to the deteriorating effects of prolonged, fatiguing, over-specialised occupation. Equally associated with these new conditions of work were others which sapped the very sources of home life, namely, the aggregation of large numbers upon small areas, which led to dense overcrowding, and the early independence of parental control and its coincident discipline among the young wage earners. The provision of cheap, highly exciting forms of recreation soon met the demand for an almost essential relief to physically exhausting and monotonous toil. The unpaid work of women in their homes became more and more despised; domestic service with its inevitable restrictions was unfavourably contrasted with the relative freedom of factory hands; while the rapid growth of luxury among the well-to-do resulted in a distaste for the trouble and discomforts associated with the insistent demands of a young family on time, energy and purse. Desires for more ambitious standards of dress and diversion were stimulated by improved means of rapid transit, by a cheap press, and by the general social upheaval which upset standards of living and fostered selfishness.

                                       

                                      P.s.: The main reason why women are better spies than men is – would you believe it ? – not mentioned at http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/

                                       

                                      And they are getting better and better at it as the proportion of gays and women increases among those they are in charge of spying on.



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                                      ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

                                      The essay 'Eugenic Education for Women and Girls' by A. Ravenhill has been reproduced at http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news100220121405.html, http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news110220121333.html .

                                      It should be updated in one way or another. Today's standards are obviously altogether different. As far as working conditions are concerned, it's not so much the toil of hard work that is an issue, but more an "out-of-placeness" and the increase of performing random or unsuitable work activities. As for food, the discussions on this list about the subject show that the circumstances don't compare. To put it bluntly: there's plenty of it, leaving aside what this "food" actually consists of.


                                      From: g.vdheide@...
                                      To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                      Subject: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler
                                      Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 15:07:23 +0200

                                      Even in the area of the Law playfulness is sometimes required. A harassment, yes, but non-sexual eventually.

                                      To explain eroticization as being economically motivated: this can not be refuted. It would be meaningful to speak here of economy in a wider, or better yet, deeper sense. Economy viewed as religion or cult (as not to exclude the occult dimensions of the problem), and consequentially as a slave religion. The metaphor of the anthill or beehive is useful here.

                                      But eroticization must be understood as a means of warfare in the service of an external enemy first and foremost. No use to talk about female spies these days, though perhaps still http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/, whereas the usage of modern mass media and communication technology has more or less automated certain activities and processes. We could refer here to the wide availabilty of pornography, but in a strict sense it is not limited thereto, of course.


                                      From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                      To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                      Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 14:00:40 -0700
                                      Subject: RE: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                       

                                      Tactically and from a juridical standpoint - that of the Law - it might be worth putting this notion across, so that this expression of the legal "Newspeak" backfires against those who coined it. Having said that, and leaving aside any legal context, are you sure that that kind of "harassment" is actually of a sexual nature ?


                                      These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.

                                       
                                      When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                      P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.


                                      ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

                                      These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.
                                       
                                      When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                      P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.

                                       

                                      From: rouesolaire@...
                                      To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                      Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 15:10:01 -0700
                                      Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                       

                                      In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                                      The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                                      On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                                      Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                                       

                                      One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                                      Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                                      http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                                      And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                                      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



                                      ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                      The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                                      To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                      From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                      Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                                      Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                                       
                                      J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                                      --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                                      >
                                      > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                                      >
                                      > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                                      >
                                      > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                                      >
                                      > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                                      >
                                      > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                      > From: rouesolaire@...
                                      > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                                      > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
                                      >
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                                      >
                                      > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                                      >
                                      > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
                                      >
                                      > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                                      >
                                      > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                                      >
                                      > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
                                      >
                                      >
                                      >
                                      > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
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                                      > >
                                      >
                                      > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                                      >
                                      > >
                                      >
                                      > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                                      >
                                      > >
                                      >
                                      > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                                      >
                                      > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                                      >
                                      > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                                      >
                                      > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                                      >
                                      > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                                      >
                                      > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                                      >
                                      > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                                      >
                                      > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                                      >
                                      > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                                      >
                                      > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                                      >
                                      > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                                      >
                                      > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                                      >
                                      > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                                      >
                                      > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                                      >
                                      > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                                      >
                                      > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                                      >
                                      > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                                      >
                                      > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                                      >
                                      > > increased this impression.
                                      >
                                      > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                                      >
                                      > > suppressed the question.
                                      >
                                      > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                                      >
                                      > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                                      >
                                      > > us.
                                      >
                                      > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                                      >
                                      > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                                      >
                                      > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                                      >
                                      > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                                      >
                                      > > much this experience had shaken him.
                                      >
                                      > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                                      >
                                      > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                                      >
                                      > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                                      >
                                      > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                                      >
                                      > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                                      >
                                      > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                                      >
                                      > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                                      >
                                      > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                                      >
                                      > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                                      >
                                      > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                                      >
                                      > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                                      >
                                      > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                                      >
                                      > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                                      >
                                      > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                                      >
                                      > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                                      >
                                      > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                                      >
                                      > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                                      >
                                      > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                                      >
                                      > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                                      >
                                      > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                                      >
                                      > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                                      >
                                      > > my friend.
                                      >
                                      > > His words were followed by silence.
                                      >
                                      > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                                      >
                                      > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                                      >
                                      > > turned again towards the mountains.
                                      >
                                      > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                                      >
                                      > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                                      >
                                      > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                                      >
                                      > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                                      >
                                      > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                                      >
                                      > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                                      >
                                      > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                                      >
                                      > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                                      >
                                      > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                                      >
                                      > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                                      >
                                      > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                                      >
                                      > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                                      >
                                      > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                                      >
                                      > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                                      >
                                      > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                                      >
                                      > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                                      >
                                      > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                                      >
                                      > >
                                      >




                                    • rouesolaire
                                      I wrote “The woman, like all feminine beings” because on one hand it was “the woman” who was dealt with in your message and on the other hand
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                                        I wrote “The woman, like all feminine beings” because on one hand it was “the woman” who was dealt with in your message and on the other hand “feminine beings” to highlight individuals who are masculine outwardly, but inwardly feminine, which is everything but an abstraction.

                                        Economism is of course only one of the multiple roots of this intoxication of sexuality, roots which are certainly linked one with each other.

                                        The close link between religion (in the Semitic meaning of the term) and economy has been addressed in the essay on the USA (http://elementsdeducationraciale.wordpress.com/2013/09/22/anti-amerique/) . In fact, economism is the religion of quantity, and so the religion of the female, the consecration of Judaism, the triumph of a purely telluric worldview. It is diametrically opposed to the “religion of quality”, of spiritual virility, of blood in the metaphysical sense, which was that of the old Aryans, issued from a purely cosmic worldview.

                                        A religion dedicated to the rootless, “raceless”, “tradition less” contemporary individual, the only thing the pariah can understand in his nihilistic existence, the only way pariahs can socially “link” each other, in a mechanical and undifferentiated manner, as the modern democratic Asian science(s) is the only thing which can intellectually link them and the “American way of life” “culturally” (sic) link them. In this perspective automation, the lifeless repetition of a task - whose one of the first modern apparitions was fordism -, is the “ritual” of economism, a “ritual” whose goal is to serve economy, to make someone who is subjected to it a slave of economy, to dissolve him in economy (as “Mother Goddess” has her slaves, slaves who dissolve themselves in “Mother Earth” after their death). Too, it would be relevant to establish the similarities which exist between what is called “Mother Goddess” and what is called “Economy” (1), it could be the same. That economy prevailed in old gynecocracies/matriarchies should not be forgotten.

                                        That an individual puts economy above everything and gives it the first place is not fortuitous, it is the result of an inborn forma mentis which conditions the entire worldview of this individual. Thus, the economist will be sensitive only to what is quantitative, even outside of what is commonly called “economy”. The administrator wrote me a remark about the Church preaching “As for you, be fruitful and increase in number; multiply on the earth and increase upon it.” (http://biblehub.com/genesis/9-7.htm) , after the best died during the crusades, in order to establish the proliferation of the worst. The primary reason of the crusades and of this appeal to the proliferation of the worst - the extermination of the Nordic-Aryan stock - set apart, it can be perceived as a form of economism because, as you have noticed, economism is more than what is usually perceived as such. In a more recent context, the economist can also see an interest in the proliferation of the worst, indeed, he can enlarge his markets.

                                         

                                        (1)Considering that Allah, Yahweh, God, etc… are a travesty of Mother Goddess, what are companies fighting each other if not churches fighting each other, what is a market that some companies try to conquer if not a land that some churches try to conquer, what is an individual who decides to become a consumer of a certain brand if not a convert of a church who makes donations to this church, what is economy if not “God”, what is the desperate expectation of economic growth if not the desperate expectation of the Messiah, what is a new promising market seen as the future raiser of economic growth if not a new “Promised Land” seen as the place of the coming of the Messiah, what is the undifferentiated homo economicus slave of economy if not the undifferentiated slave of “Mother Goddess”, what is the financial reward to the homo economicus who has zealously served economy if not the reward from Mother Goddess to the slave who has zealously worshiped her, what is advertising if not proselytism, etc…

                                         

                                        P.S.

                                        At http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/ , no mention is made about Chinese spies, males or females, while they are very renowned. If I write “males or females”, it is due to the difficulty of making any difference between the two.



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                                        ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                        The essay 'Eugenic Education for Women and Girls' by A. Ravenhill has been reproduced at http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news100220121405.html, http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news110220121333.html .

                                        It should be updated in one way or another. Today's standards are obviously altogether different. As far as working conditions are concerned, it's not so much the toil of hard work that is an issue, but more an "out-of-placeness" and the increase of performing random or unsuitable work activities. As for food, the discussions on this list about the subject show that the circumstances don't compare. To put it bluntly: there's plenty of it, leaving aside what this "food" actually consists of.


                                        From: g.vdheide@...
                                        To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                        Subject: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler
                                        Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 15:07:23 +0200

                                        Even in the area of the Law playfulness is sometimes required. A harassment, yes, but non-sexual eventually.

                                        To explain eroticization as being economically motivated: this can not be refuted. It would be meaningful to speak here of economy in a wider, or better yet, deeper sense. Economy viewed as religion or cult (as not to exclude the occult dimensions of the problem), and consequentially as a slave religion. The metaphor of the anthill or beehive is useful here.

                                        But eroticization must be understood as a means of warfare in the service of an external enemy first and foremost. No use to talk about female spies these days, though perhaps still http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/, whereas the usage of modern mass media and communication technology has more or less automated certain activities and processes. We could refer here to the wide availabilty of pornography, but in a strict sense it is not limited thereto, of course.


                                        From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                        To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                        Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 14:00:40 -0700
                                        Subject: RE: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                         

                                        Tactically and from a juridical standpoint - that of the Law - it might be worth putting this notion across, so that this expression of the legal "Newspeak" backfires against those who coined it. Having said that, and leaving aside any legal context, are you sure that that kind of "harassment" is actually of a sexual nature ?


                                        These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.

                                         
                                        When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                        P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.


                                        ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

                                        These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.
                                         
                                        When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                        P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.

                                         

                                        From: rouesolaire@...
                                        To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                        Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 15:10:01 -0700
                                        Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                         

                                        In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                                        The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                                        On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                                        Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                                         

                                        One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                                        Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                                        http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                                        And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                                        http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



                                        ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                        The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                                        To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                        From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                        Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                                        Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                                         
                                        J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                                        --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                                        >
                                        > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                                        >
                                        > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                                        >
                                        > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                                        >
                                        > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                                        >
                                        > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                        > From: rouesolaire@...
                                        > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                                        > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
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                                        > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                                        >
                                        > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
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                                        > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                                        >
                                        > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                                        >
                                        > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
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                                        > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
                                        >
                                        > >
                                        >
                                        > >
                                        >
                                        > >
                                        >
                                        > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
                                        >
                                        > >
                                        >
                                        > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
                                        >
                                        > >
                                        >
                                        > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                                        >
                                        > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                                        >
                                        > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                                        >
                                        > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                                        >
                                        > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                                        >
                                        > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                                        >
                                        > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                                        >
                                        > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                                        >
                                        > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                                        >
                                        > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                                        >
                                        > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                                        >
                                        > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                                        >
                                        > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                                        >
                                        > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                                        >
                                        > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                                        >
                                        > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                                        >
                                        > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                                        >
                                        > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                                        >
                                        > > increased this impression.
                                        >
                                        > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                                        >
                                        > > suppressed the question.
                                        >
                                        > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                                        >
                                        > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                                        >
                                        > > us.
                                        >
                                        > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                                        >
                                        > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                                        >
                                        > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                                        >
                                        > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                                        >
                                        > > much this experience had shaken him.
                                        >
                                        > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                                        >
                                        > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                                        >
                                        > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                                        >
                                        > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                                        >
                                        > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                                        >
                                        > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                                        >
                                        > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                                        >
                                        > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                                        >
                                        > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                                        >
                                        > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                                        >
                                        > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                                        >
                                        > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                                        >
                                        > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                                        >
                                        > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
                                        >
                                        > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                                        >
                                        > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
                                        >
                                        > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                                        >
                                        > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                                        >
                                        > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                                        >
                                        > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                                        >
                                        > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                                        >
                                        > > my friend.
                                        >
                                        > > His words were followed by silence.
                                        >
                                        > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                                        >
                                        > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                                        >
                                        > > turned again towards the mountains.
                                        >
                                        > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                                        >
                                        > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                                        >
                                        > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                                        >
                                        > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                                        >
                                        > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                                        >
                                        > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                                        >
                                        > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                                        >
                                        > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                                        >
                                        > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                                        >
                                        > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                                        >
                                        > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                                        >
                                        > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                                        >
                                        > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                                        >
                                        > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                                        >
                                        > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                                        >
                                        > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                                        >
                                        > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
                                        >
                                        > >
                                        >




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                                      • rouesolaire
                                        The modern collective work can be seen as a resurgence of the pantheistic promiscuity, collectivisation of the work which is in a large part a result of the
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                                          The modern collective work can be seen as a resurgence of the pantheistic promiscuity, collectivisation of the work which is in a large part a result of the "industrial revolutions" which were moreover responsible of the massification of the people into cities, and so another form of the resurgence of the pantheistic promiscuity.


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                                          ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                          Even in the area of the Law playfulness is sometimes required. A harassment, yes, but non-sexual eventually.

                                          To explain eroticization as being economically motivated: this can not be refuted. It would be meaningful to speak here of economy in a wider, or better yet, deeper sense. Economy viewed as religion or cult (as not to exclude the occult dimensions of the problem), and consequentially as a slave religion. The metaphor of the anthill or beehive is useful here.

                                          But eroticization must be understood as a means of warfare in the service of an external enemy first and foremost. No use to talk about female spies these days, though perhaps still http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/, whereas the usage of modern mass media and communication technology has more or less automated certain activities and processes. We could refer here to the wide availabilty of pornography, but in a strict sense it is not limited thereto, of course.


                                          From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                          To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                          Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 14:00:40 -0700
                                          Subject: RE: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                           

                                          Tactically and from a juridical standpoint - that of the Law - it might be worth putting this notion across, so that this expression of the legal "Newspeak" backfires against those who coined it. Having said that, and leaving aside any legal context, are you sure that that kind of "harassment" is actually of a sexual nature ?


                                          These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.

                                           
                                          When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                          P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.


                                          ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

                                          These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.
                                           
                                          When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                          P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.

                                           

                                          From: rouesolaire@...
                                          To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                          Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 15:10:01 -0700
                                          Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                           

                                          In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                                          The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                                          On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                                          Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                                           

                                          One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                                          Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                                          http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                                          And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                                          http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



                                          ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                          The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                                          To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                          From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                          Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                                          Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                                           
                                          J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                                          --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
                                          >
                                          > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
                                          >
                                          > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
                                          >
                                          > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
                                          >
                                          > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
                                          >
                                          > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                          > From: rouesolaire@...
                                          > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                                          > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
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                                          > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
                                          >
                                          > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
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                                          > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
                                          >
                                          > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
                                          >
                                          > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
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                                          > --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "tlefranc10" <tlefranc10@> wrote:
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                                          > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
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                                          > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
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                                          > >
                                          >
                                          > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
                                          >
                                          > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
                                          >
                                          > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
                                          >
                                          > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
                                          >
                                          > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
                                          >
                                          > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
                                          >
                                          > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
                                          >
                                          > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
                                          >
                                          > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
                                          >
                                          > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
                                          >
                                          > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
                                          >
                                          > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
                                          >
                                          > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                                          >
                                          > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
                                          >
                                          > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
                                          >
                                          > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
                                          >
                                          > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
                                          >
                                          > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
                                          >
                                          > > increased this impression.
                                          >
                                          > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
                                          >
                                          > > suppressed the question.
                                          >
                                          > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
                                          >
                                          > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
                                          >
                                          > > us.
                                          >
                                          > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
                                          >
                                          > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
                                          >
                                          > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
                                          >
                                          > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
                                          >
                                          > > much this experience had shaken him.
                                          >
                                          > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
                                          >
                                          > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
                                          >
                                          > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
                                          >
                                          > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
                                          >
                                          > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
                                          >
                                          > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
                                          >
                                          > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
                                          >
                                          > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
                                          >
                                          > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
                                          >
                                          > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
                                          >
                                          > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
                                          >
                                          > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
                                          >
                                          > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
                                          >
                                          > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
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                                          > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
                                          >
                                          > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
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                                          > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
                                          >
                                          > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
                                          >
                                          > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
                                          >
                                          > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
                                          >
                                          > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
                                          >
                                          > > my friend.
                                          >
                                          > > His words were followed by silence.
                                          >
                                          > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
                                          >
                                          > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
                                          >
                                          > > turned again towards the mountains.
                                          >
                                          > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
                                          >
                                          > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
                                          >
                                          > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
                                          >
                                          > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
                                          >
                                          > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
                                          >
                                          > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
                                          >
                                          > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
                                          >
                                          > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
                                          >
                                          > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
                                          >
                                          > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
                                          >
                                          > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
                                          >
                                          > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
                                          >
                                          > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
                                          >
                                          > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
                                          >
                                          > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
                                          >
                                          > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
                                          >
                                          > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
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                                          It is much like saying ...the animal, like all animal beings... From: rouesolaire@yahoo.fr To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 17:41:39
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                                            It is much like saying ...the animal, like all animal beings...


                                            From: rouesolaire@...
                                            To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                            Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 17:41:39 -0700
                                            Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                             


                                            I wrote “The woman, like all feminine beings” because on one hand it was “the woman” who was dealt with in your message and on the other hand “feminine beings” to highlight individuals who are masculine outwardly, but inwardly feminine, which is everything but an abstraction.

                                            Economism is of course only one of the multiple roots of this intoxication of sexuality, roots which are certainly linked one with each other.

                                            The close link between religion (in the Semitic meaning of the term) and economy has been addressed in the essay on the USA (http://elementsdeducationraciale.wordpress.com/2013/09/22/anti-amerique/) . In fact, economism is the religion of quantity, and so the religion of the female, the consecration of Judaism, the triumph of a purely telluric worldview. It is diametrically opposed to the “religion of quality”, of spiritual virility, of blood in the metaphysical sense, which was that of the old Aryans, issued from a purely cosmic worldview.

                                            A religion dedicated to the rootless, “raceless”, “tradition less” contemporary individual, the only thing the pariah can understand in his nihilistic existence, the only way pariahs can socially “link” each other, in a mechanical and undifferentiated manner, as the modern democratic Asian science(s) is the only thing which can intellectually link them and the “American way of life” “culturally” (sic) link them. In this perspective automation, the lifeless repetition of a task - whose one of the first modern apparitions was fordism -, is the “ritual” of economism, a “ritual” whose goal is to serve economy, to make someone who is subjected to it a slave of economy, to dissolve him in economy (as “Mother Goddess” has her slaves, slaves who dissolve themselves in “Mother Earth” after their death). Too, it would be relevant to establish the similarities which exist between what is called “Mother Goddess” and what is called “Economy” (1), it could be the same. That economy prevailed in old gynecocracies/matriarchies should not be forgotten.

                                            That an individual puts economy above everything and gives it the first place is not fortuitous, it is the result of an inborn forma mentis which conditions the entire worldview of this individual. Thus, the economist will be sensitive only to what is quantitative, even outside of what is commonly called “economy”. The administrator wrote me a remark about the Church preaching “As for you, be fruitful and increase in number; multiply on the earth and increase upon it.” (http://biblehub.com/genesis/9-7.htm) , after the best died during the crusades, in order to establish the proliferation of the worst. The primary reason of the crusades and of this appeal to the proliferation of the worst - the extermination of the Nordic-Aryan stock - set apart, it can be perceived as a form of economism because, as you have noticed, economism is more than what is usually perceived as such. In a more recent context, the economist can also see an interest in the proliferation of the worst, indeed, he can enlarge his markets.

                                             

                                            (1)Considering that Allah, Yahweh, God, etc… are a travesty of Mother Goddess, what are companies fighting each other if not churches fighting each other, what is a market that some companies try to conquer if not a land that some churches try to conquer, what is an individual who decides to become a consumer of a certain brand if not a convert of a church who makes donations to this church, what is economy if not “God”, what is the desperate expectation of economic growth if not the desperate expectation of the Messiah, what is a new promising market seen as the future raiser of economic growth if not a new “Promised Land” seen as the place of the coming of the Messiah, what is the undifferentiated homo economicus slave of economy if not the undifferentiated slave of “Mother Goddess”, what is the financial reward to the homo economicus who has zealously served economy if not the reward from Mother Goddess to the slave who has zealously worshiped her, what is advertising if not proselytism, etc…

                                             

                                            P.S.

                                            At http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/ , no mention is made about Chinese spies, males or females, while they are very renowned. If I write “males or females”, it is due to the difficulty of making any difference between the two.



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                                            ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                            The essay 'Eugenic Education for Women and Girls' by A. Ravenhill has been reproduced at http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news100220121405.html, http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news110220121333.html .

                                            It should be updated in one way or another. Today's standards are obviously altogether different. As far as working conditions are concerned, it's not so much the toil of hard work that is an issue, but more an "out-of-placeness" and the increase of performing random or unsuitable work activities. As for food, the discussions on this list about the subject show that the circumstances don't compare. To put it bluntly: there's plenty of it, leaving aside what this "food" actually consists of.


                                            From: g.vdheide@...
                                            To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                            Subject: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler
                                            Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 15:07:23 +0200

                                            Even in the area of the Law playfulness is sometimes required. A harassment, yes, but non-sexual eventually.

                                            To explain eroticization as being economically motivated: this can not be refuted. It would be meaningful to speak here of economy in a wider, or better yet, deeper sense. Economy viewed as religion or cult (as not to exclude the occult dimensions of the problem), and consequentially as a slave religion. The metaphor of the anthill or beehive is useful here.

                                            But eroticization must be understood as a means of warfare in the service of an external enemy first and foremost. No use to talk about female spies these days, though perhaps still http://www.forbes.com/sites/crossingborders/2012/09/30/why-the-best-spies-in-mossad-and-the-cia-are-women/, whereas the usage of modern mass media and communication technology has more or less automated certain activities and processes. We could refer here to the wide availabilty of pornography, but in a strict sense it is not limited thereto, of course.


                                            From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                            To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                            Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 14:00:40 -0700
                                            Subject: RE: RE: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                             

                                            Tactically and from a juridical standpoint - that of the Law - it might be worth putting this notion across, so that this expression of the legal "Newspeak" backfires against those who coined it. Having said that, and leaving aside any legal context, are you sure that that kind of "harassment" is actually of a sexual nature ?


                                            These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.

                                             
                                            When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                            P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.


                                            ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

                                            These points are perfectly clear. Still, would we recognize the notion of "sexual harassment" for ourselves? The phenomenom at hand is certainly unwanted. More than that.
                                             
                                            When you speak of "the woman, like all feminine beings...", this seems to be (keeping in mind what constitutes the absolute woman, at least in theory) an unintented tendency to abstraction or fragmentation. We take into account the "imperfection" of language, off course.

                                            P.S. We came to write about the subject after visiting Paris.

                                             

                                            From: rouesolaire@...
                                            To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                            Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 15:10:01 -0700
                                            Subject: [evola_as_he_is] RE: Evola and Hitler

                                             

                                            In addition to a “walking pornography”, it is a form of sexual harassment, a harassment which is obviously not recognized as such in the gynaecocratic Europe.

                                            The woman, like all feminine beings, needs to exhibit herself narcissistically; this was already noticed By Léon Degrelle, about Jews (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIGxLmbzFs8). This is due to the fact that a feminine being has by nature an oversized ego (the inability to recognize and participate in something greater than "me") and has not (the strength to have) its own principle in itself and so, does not suffice to itself, lives through (the eyes of) others. This is one of the explanations of the fact that a feminine being tends to cover itself of artifices.

                                            On clothing, any opposition between string/mini skirt on one side and “burqa” (and the other clothes of this kind) on the other side should be rejected. It should be rejected because someone who has this dichotomous reflex sees double. Indeed, the apparition and development of these two kinds of clothing is inexorably due to the growing feminization/semitization of Europe. The first corresponds to the Semitic “emancipation” of women in an aphrodisian fashion, the other to the islamization of Europe. Both are obscene, vulgar, the sign of a mental imbalance and the two faces of the same coin.

                                            Too, it is worth remembering that most women today wear jeans and t-shirts, do not forget it.

                                             

                                            One of the goals of this sexual intoxication is to serve economy. For the homo economicus, sex, like everything, is a mere business which should be transformed into a consumption good (in fact, to be more accurate with the vocabulary of the homo economicus, a service, a service surrounded by consumption goods like “sex toys”) which should be the object of a commodification. One of the aims of this degradation of sexuality – and in this case, this intoxication – is to give birth to a kind of permanent eroticism within the White man to make him more responsive to sexual stimulus in the context, for example, of advertisement (http://www.e-marketing.fr/Marketing-Magazine/Article/Le-SEXE-envahit-la-pub-38911-1.htm), hence the growing number of advertisements with sexual/erotic connotations. So, in the context of economy, “they” are two times winners, given that they make money while intoxicating.

                                            Finally, still on the same topic, this is a good example of what “demony of economy” is all about (and not really surprising coming from Yellows):

                                            http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2281826/Enterprising-firms-rent-ad-space-young-Japanese-womens-bare-legs.html

                                            And this of what democracy is all about, the regression to the anal stage in a gynecocracy where indifferentiation rules:

                                            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfOi4L2mBD8



                                            ---In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, <g.vdheide@...> wrote:

                                            The most recent writing on the subject we can think of is http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/01/nazi-fashion-wars-part-1/, http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/02/nazi-fashion-wars-the-evolian-revolt-against-aphroditism-in-the-third-reich-part-2.


                                            To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                            From: evola_as_he_is@...
                                            Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 22:06:05 +0000
                                            Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler

                                             
                                            J. Evola is, to the best of our knowledge, the only one to have rightly identified sex as a psychic intoxicant in the modern world, all the more corrosive as it becomes increasingly brainy. After all, Babel rimes with Brothel.

                                            --- In evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com, "G. van der Heide" <g.vdheide@...> wrote:
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                                            > The chapter 'Sex in the world today', included in 'Metafisica', comments on the atmosphere of sexual intoxication in today's daily surroundings.
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                                            > But by now the miniskirt seems to be least offensive of garments.
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                                            > Given the effects, it's no exaggeration to speak of a 'walking pornography', acting as a pacifier, and misdirecting the energies in any given place.
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                                            > P.S. We had thought that it might be worthwhile to compare modern inclinations in the field of sex with those described in http://www.amazon.com/Les-Juifs-sexe-sexuelle-Edition/dp/2732900052
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                                            > To: evola_as_he_is@yahoogroups.com
                                            > From: rouesolaire@...
                                            > Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:15:35 +0000
                                            > Subject: [evola_as_he_is] Re: Evola and Hitler
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                                            > It is possible to be a medium of supra-rational forces as to be one of infra-rational forces, and I do not think this subject should be addressed from a moral viewpoint.
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                                            > Today, the populace is itself composed of mediums; indeed, the populace is composed of detritus unconsciously controlled by infra-human forces and trying to infect those who are not, often without clearly realize what they are doing. To take simple and common examples, one who in public places, yells stupidities into his mobile phone, listens to degenerate "music" loudly (especially with open headphones), wears this kind of crap (http :/ / 25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lksr8bALPy1qiqq6oo1_1280.jpg), etc ...
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                                            > On the other hand, the medium of the supra-human forces is in communion with them consciously and this is for him a voluntary act of elevation and differentiation.
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                                            > It is wise to note that almost everyone nowadays is a medium of infra-human forces while the mediums of supra-human forces have always belonged to the elite and have always remained very rare. Quantity against Quality.
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                                            > Note also that while the first medium has for goal to abase at its own level of indifferentiation those who are not (as much) under the control of the infra-human forces, the second tries to elevate in a differentiating way those who can be, without trying to elevate those who can not be. Differentiation against indifferentiation.
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                                            > > Below is a chapter from the book "Hitler, my youth friend" (http://archive.org/details/TheYoungHitlerIKnew), a must-read written by August Kubizek, who was Hitler's only close friend from 1904 to 1908. It would tend to prove Hitler's "mediumnistic" abilities but I would be interested to read an actual explanation of it. In other parts of the book, it is explained how people - especially women – were deeply attracted to the young Hitler, just by seeing him in the street.
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                                            > > As for many things, mediumnistic abilities can be used to reach superior or inferior goals.
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                                            > > "It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that
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                                            > > even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather, are still present in
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                                            > > my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.
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                                            > > Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was
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                                            > > a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatiently. I was just cleaning myself up
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                                            > > from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We
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                                            > > had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to
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                                            > > secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistled, to hurry me up.
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                                            > > Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
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                                            > > to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
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                                            > > was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
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                                            > > through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
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                                            > > he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
                                            >
                                            > > remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
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                                            > > me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
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                                            > > The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
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                                            > > the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
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                                            > > strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
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                                            > > increased this impression.
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                                            > > I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
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                                            > > suppressed the question.
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                                            > > As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
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                                            > > did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
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                                            > > us.
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                                            > > Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
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                                            > > made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
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                                            > > eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
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                                            > > usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
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                                            > > much this experience had shaken him.
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                                            > > Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
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                                            > > have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
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                                            > > though we were the only creatures in the world.
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                                            > > I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
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                                            > > never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
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                                            > > was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
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                                            > > all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
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                                            > > though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
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                                            > > elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
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                                            > > as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
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                                            > > than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
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                                            > > which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
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                                            > > him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
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                                            > > Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
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                                            > > architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
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                                            > > not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
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                                            > > the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
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                                            > > receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
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                                            > > It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
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                                            > > which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
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                                            > > he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
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                                            > > my friend.
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                                            > > His words were followed by silence.
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                                            > > We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook
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                                            > > hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but
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                                            > > turned again towards the mountains.
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                                            > > "Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."
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                                            > > In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it
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                                            > > struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe
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                                            > > that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years
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                                            > > later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I
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                                            > > could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played
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                                            > > only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.
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                                            > > In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the
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                                            > > Reichs Chancellor, I thought I would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal hour on
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                                            > > the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming that the enormous
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                                            > > multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into
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                                            > > the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that
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                                            > > he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased
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                                            > > that my account confirmed his own recollections. I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this
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                                            > > sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both
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                                            > > guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his
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                                            > > story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable for me. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began.""
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                                          • rouesolaire
                                            About economy, and more particularly finance, a simple remark came to mind. Given that the West is ruled by Eastern priests in suit and tie and that finance
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                                              About economy, and more particularly finance, a simple remark came to mind. Given that the "West" is ruled by Eastern priests in suit and tie and that finance - especially through speculation and loans with interest rate - is one of their main way to control it, isn't the trader a modern Chaldean priest? Indeed, to goal of astrology is to predict the future in order to take advantage on it, exactly like the trader tries to predict fluctuations in order to make profits. Moreover, becoming astrologer required a long and hard learning of obscure/abstruse occult teachings, like most of traders have followed very hard courses for a long period in the world's best schools and universities, their studies being almost exclusively based on mathematics (for example, a lot of french traders come from "Polytechnique", a school which is deemed to have teachings in mathematics among the toughest/best in the world).
                                              It is a further evidence that modern sciences are only a rationalization/secularization of old/ancient Asian sciences.
                                              In addition, all this can be intersected with virtualization, given that finance has made, makes and will made the most extensive use of the latest inventions which are related to data processing and transmission, computer engineering and networks.
                                              Too, the trader lives in a virtual world.
                                              http://www.rue89.com/sites/news/files/assets/image/2012/08/bourse_trader.jpg

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                                            • rouesolaire
                                              About economy, and more particularly finance, a simple remark came to mind. Given that the West is ruled by Eastern priests in suit and tie and that finance
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                                                About economy, and more particularly finance, a simple remark came to mind. Given that the "West" is ruled by Eastern priests in suit and tie and that finance - especially through speculation and loans with interest rate - is one of their main way to control it, isn't the trader a modern Chaldean priest? Indeed, to goal of astrology is to predict the future in order to take advantage on it, exactly like the trader tries to predict fluctuations in order to make profits. Moreover, becoming astrologer required a long and hard learning of obscure/abstruse occult teachings, like most of traders have followed very hard courses for a long period in the world's best schools and universities, their studies being almost exclusively based on mathematics (for example, a lot of french traders come from "Polytechnique", a school which is deemed to have teachings in mathematics among the toughest/best in the world).

                                                It is a further evidence that modern sciences are only a rationalization/secularization of old/ancient Asian sciences.

                                                In addition, all this can be intersected with virtualization, given that finance has made, makes and will made the most extensive use of the latest inventions which are related to data processing and transmission, computer engineering and networks.

                                                Too, the trader lives in a virtual world.

                                                http://www.rue89.com/sites/news/files/assets/image/2012/08/bourse_trader.jpg

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