It is now September and we can watch the sun sink lower in the sky, its path is becoming shorter, the circle smaller, and soon it will be so that only a few hours of daylight will grace us. This is one of the first markers of the path of death in the year, we’ve made the plunge that, in a cyclic view of time, would be from gold to silver, then silver to bronze, and finally bronze to the Age of Vice, the hostile grip of winter sets in like a serpent who strangles his prey sinking his long fangs deep into the flesh. But inevitably, also like time, as there is destruction, there will be creation, there will be a return, a resurrection of the sun, and like an eagle it will climb higher into the sky winning its victory over the serpentine winter only to repeat the cycle eternally.

With this observation, I’d like to share an excerpt from the first pages of the SS Family Book:

Our ancestors worshiped the sun as the bringer of light, life and warmth – the golden disc above them circled the heavens like a wheel and so they recorded its transits as points on the rim of a wheel.

Furthermore, our ancestors saw the passing of the whole year as points on a wheel – this was the solar calendar which could be seen on the horizon. During the Winter Solstice, the Sun appears in the Arctic North for a short time on the southern point; during Midsummer and Midwinter Days in the Northeast and Southeast, and then it sets in the Northwest and Southwest, The connecting likes of these points form an ‘X’: divide the circle into 6 parts (Malkreuz – larked cross), and from there follows the age old sign of the wheel: Then remove the outer circle and we see the Hagal Rune.

From the far North, our ancestors brought with them wherever they went a foundational experience which became essential for their future and for us especially, as we rediscover our heritage and it is as follows:

In the far North, the Summer and Winter fought as rival forces of light and darkness. The bleak winter with its harshness and biting cold seemed to win over the short Summer, and yet Summer arrived year after year despite the might of the Winter. If the arrival of the Summer every year had not been a certainty if would have meant death for the Nordic folk. Depressed, the Nordic folk watched the circle of the Sun become smaller and smaller at the end of the season – the Summer Sun became weak, old, pale. Its path circled shorter as it drew nearer to Jul where there would be only a few hours of daylight and by the time of midwinter, it would gave completely disappeared, sinking into the bitter North Sea as if it had been devoured by a monster. The question that arose of whether the Sun would stay buried was that of whether or not mankind would live or die.

On midwinter day the miracle happened: The Sun rose from its grave, born, like a child, and gathered strength with the passing of each day and appeared in front of the celebrating and joyous folk, who felt that life had been given back to them. This happened year after year and year after year, they celebrated the resurrection of the Sun and as much as possible in the ever increasing circles of the Sun. Fires would burn high on the day of Spring, on which day and night were of equal length, as surely as the Sun must have won the battle by now. Once again on Midsummer Night when the Sun had won its greatest victory and night lasted only a few hours. The strong Summer sunlight made harvest possible, a reason for another feast, after which, the Sun waned fast and headed once again toward death, which in turn became new life.

In the early days of the Germanic people, tales were told of death and resurrection of the Sun in many different tales, and we are fortunate to know more of these early days than some of the periods much later in history. The Sun experience is the subject of nearly all of our Pre-Christian fairy tales, which the brothers Grimm have collected and written down more than a hundred years ago, thus preserving them for all time. The Sun-like princess, killed by the malign wintry force, resurrected by a young hero: that is the essence of all of these stories, which were wonderfully extended and varied.

Man also saw the same laws of die and become new all around him in nature, as the yearly cycle of the sun also determines the rhythm of all living things, animals and plants. Their whole life revolved around youth and ageing, dying and rebirth. Man’s own life followed this rhythm – the Nordic man knew that his life originated from the loins of a man destined to die, and in the knowledge of his own death, he handed down life. That was the essence of his beliefs. What he learned from the Sun he saw also in the forests, and so he considered the trees sacred, imagining the universe supported by an immense tree – the old Ash of the Eddas. In its eternity the law of die and become provides constant renewal, eternal rhythm.

Therefore, the Nordic man had at his celebrations the fires, the Sun Wheel, and the Tree as symbols. In stories, we read about the Tree of Life, which grows on the grave of the mother protecting the young life through its blessings.

                                            Die and Become
Everything goes, everything returns again;
Eternally rolls the wheel of being.
Everything dies, everything blossoms again;
Eternally runs the year of being.
Everything breaks, everything is joined anew;
Eternally the same House of Being is built.
Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again;
Eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself.
In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There.
The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Adolf Hitler in 1915, taken in Fournes, near Lille (France)

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Rare and unpublished photo of Adolf Hitler in October, 1933.

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7 Sep 1938


Hitler speaking at the Nürnberg Opera House during a party rally in Nürnberg.

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