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Published in: on November 20, 2017 at 2:38 am  Leave a Comment  

Courage for the Joy of Life

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Source: SS Ideology, Volume I

Whoever walks through the devastated streets of the bombed-out cities, whoever looks and shutters at the ruins of castles and churches. In which the life feeling of great periods is reflected, whoever looks into the abyss of the hearts when death has ripped open… he may consider it presumptuous to speak about the joy of life as one of the invincible forces of the human soul. Perhaps the soldier has the greatest right to do exactly that: Not only for the sake of comfort, but from the living feeling of the reality from which the joy of life stands in contrast to the incalculable and the darkness, yes, which alone make them bearable. In the weeks of the new year, one could hear the sounds and hustle and bustle of carnival celebrations throughout our beautiful cities. Streets which once were alive with joyous throngs are now covered with the ashes of destroyed houses. Instead of decorations, one sees ruins strutting up over our heads. Men who once drank from the cup of life new lie under the earth or struggle with their gray and now serious faces in the loneliness of the battle for the existence of European culture. Women have fled far away to the farmyards and villages. Where does there remain a light, a thought, which can lead us back to the joy of life?

Perhaps we should discuss what the joy of life really is. Whoever seeks them only in external expression will hardly find them in war. Whoever cares only for the somewhat raw materialistic pleasures will be disappointed with the sparse remains… and claim that there is hardly anything worth living for anymore, or to praise this life for or to love. The deeper joy of life, however, is not dependent upon time and fate, not upon needs and bitterness. It is one of those quiet wonders, which God gives to those who are aware of his existence. It cannot be thrown upon us from outside. It lives within our essence and our being. It lives within us. The man who has it is rich even if he goes about in rags and lives in earth caves. Whoever lives in a palace and has all the expensive trappings in life is nonetheless the poorest guest upon this earth, if he does not have this genuine joy in life.

It begins with a simple consciousness of existence. There are men who after a good night’s sleep, look at the new day and complain because they stand before work and tasks. Others arise after a few hours of restless sleep with a hardly understandable feeling of contentment, glad about the reality of their life, and perhaps simply because it gives them breath, sight, feeling, hearing and thinking. The war has shown us in an amazing manner that our pleasure in the simple things in life can be much deeper and more meaningful than the once so highly praised “pleasures”. And this demonstrates genuine modesty and the capacity for strong feeling. Who could have explained to a soldier that nothing more than a clean bed, a thinly covered table, yes a short nap, a glass of wine, a pretty picture or an attractive girl walking by could fill him with such joy? And when we were home, somewhat bored and standing in front of a full rack of books, looking for a single book for a quiet hour… who could have told us that we would one day be able to forget the world and ourselves, the war, filth, suffering and even death… because a pleasant coincidence in an abandoned house in the east provided us with a badly torn up copy of an Eichendorff book? Who could have made us believe that one day, in a dark bunker, in worst cold and plagued by bugs, we could listen to the melody of Mozart’s “Magic Flute” by a faint light, and that we would fall into a dream of eternal beauty of the world and forget all of the terrors around us?

In such moments, the joy of life lights up around us like lightening… or like the soft light of a summer sunset. Whereas we once went through the well-lit streets of the city looking for pleasure, we now nearly loose our breath while looking at the radiant beauty of the starlit night, which strangely reflects against the moon, and this gives us an inner feeling of belonging to the universe. No one can be a more passionate disciple for the joy of life than the simple soldier, who is driven through the eternal fire of combat, who has walked through the wall of death and of horror and who is suddenly speechless as he stands before the still of an evening and sees the crops gently caressed by a soft wind. In such moments, he feels in the pounding of his own heart the glorious and wonderful life he has been given. A joy then flows through him, which cannot be compared with any other pleasure of this earth. And so, we appear to be rather modest, but only apparently, because such modesty at the same time is the highest claim we can demand from life.

At this hour, when the fate of the war most heavily tests our hearts, both at home and on the front, it appears to be a hopeless effort to speak about the joy of life. But courage belongs to joy no less than it does to struggle and death. To overcome death means to gain joy. Without that, our souls would have long collapsed under the great burden of their hardships. Without that, the women at home would have long been driven into the darkest, inescapable depression. This joy for life stands as a shining “nevertheless” above our hard-pressed people, against which bombs and phosphor are useless. A piece of childhood lives in it. Complacent bragging and blind ambition are strange to it. The love for nature and for people, for animals and for flowers, for music and for verse, for pictures and for art in stone end metal are all a part of it. It teaches us that whenever we lose something, we should look upon that which remains. It teaches us to recognize the meaning in every test.

Who would deny the joy that husband and wife find during their vacation days together. Who is able to claim that – during the bountiful days of peace with its everyday pleasures – he was able to so deeply feel the love of his wife, the joy of having children and a piece of security? And even if fate takes from us that which is most dear, the willingness to help again leads us back into the arms of life.

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Ferdinand von Lecubarri, a German-Spanish soldier of the 250. Infanterie-Division, poses for a photograph with an MP 40 submachine gun in hand.

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SS-Untersturmführer Rudolf von Ribbentrop speaks with Luftwaffe ace Oberleutnant Friedrich Geisshardt of Jagdgeschwader 77 in the summer of 1942. Ribbentrop was wounded in the left arm while serving as a platoon leader in 6. SS Gebirgs Division Nord in the Finnish campaign against the Soviet Union in September 1941. In early 1942 he was assigned to the SS-Panzer Regiment 1 of the Leibstandarte Division

Himmler and Rolm

Kurt Daluege, Heinrich Himmler, Ernst Röhm

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German SS-Untersturmführer  and war correspondent  Hans-Caspar Kreuger (left) and his chauffeur (right) survey the battle damage following a Soviet bombing raid during the Battle of Narva; a military campaign between the German Army Detachment “Narwa” and the Soviet Leningrad Front who fought for possession of the strategically important Narva Isthmus in Estonia between 2 February 1944 and 10 August 1944. Narva, Ida-Virumaa, Estonia. March 1944.

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Published in: on November 9, 2017 at 9:43 am  Leave a Comment  

Paintings of Hans Happ

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circa 1940

Hans Happ (1889–1992) was born in Kempten; his parents came from Frankfurt. As a child he painted mostly horses as he lived next to a post office where horses came in and went out the whole day. The horse theme can often be seen later back in his paintings. In 1917 Happ went into military service; he was taken as a prisoner of war in France and released in 1920. From 1920 to 1923 he studied drawing and painting at the Munich Art Academy with Professor Becker Gundahl, Professor Ludwig von Herterich and Max Doerner. He moved in 1926 to Ludwigshafen. From 1933 onwards Happ lived in Frankfurt am Main; he became teacher at the Frankfurt Art Academy (‘Städelschule’).

Happ was a painter and, especially after WWII, a design-weaver and designer of mechanical toys in the form of animals such as swans, birds and horses. His painting style was strongly influenced by the 17th century.

Hans Happ’s work ‘Lesende’ (‘Reading’) was displayed in the International Pavillion at the World Exibition, 1937, Paris; a year later the same painting was displayed at the Great German Art Exhibition.

In 1934 and 1941 Happ was awarded the Kulturpreis of the City of Frankfurt. In 1942 he was represented with three works at the ‘Frühjahrs Austellung’ of the Preussische Akademie der Künste. A year later he took (with 10 works) part in the exhibition ‘Junge Kunst im Deutschen Reich’ in Vienna, organized by Reichsleiter Baldur von Schirach.

From 1938 to 1944 Hans Happ was represented with 17 works in the Great German Art Exhibitions. Several of them depicted Greek or Roman themes, including ‘Ausziehender Krieger’, ‘Thetis’, ‘Quell des Lebens’, ‘Raup der Proserpina’ and ‘Studie zur Odyssee’. His works were bought by Hitler (2), Robert Ley and Joseph Goebbels for prices of up to 15.000 Reichsmark. In 1944 Happ took part in the exhibition ‘Deutsche Künstler und die SS’ in Breslau and Salzburg. Of the 589 artworks, 63 were presented in a separate catalogue, including one of the works of Hans Happ.

At the end of World War II his house and atelier were bombed, and he went to the safer town of Schlitz. Later he moved to Ottoburg, where he stayed until 1956, and then to Dreieich where he died. After the war Hans Happ gave weaving lessons in his atelier in Schlitz (‘Bildweberei’) and he concentrated on designing and making mechanical toys. In 2004 the ‘Hessische Puppenmuseum’ (museum for dolls) organized an exhibition for Happ called ‘Snakes, Panther, Birds and Horses, mechanical toys from Hans Happ’.

 

The paintings of Hans Happ were hardly known in the last six decades, although several of them are magnificent. Deutsches Historisches Museum is in the possession ‘Thetis’ and ‘Studie zur Odysee’, both works bought by Hitler.

 

Published in: on November 9, 2017 at 9:23 am  Leave a Comment  

Book Release – GERMANIA – Book I

S I D D H A R R E I C H

New Book Release for the anniversary of the Beer Hall Putsch, 9th November.

“For Truth and Justice. For Beauty and Light. For Life and an Ehrean World to come…For Germania”

“The following discourse pertains to my visit to the Holy Land in 2013. As is often the case when travelling in this ‘modern’ world, one must use an airport but airports have become nothing more than Zionist methods of ‘power’ and control. The use of the term ‘power’ must be explained here; there are two kinds of power, that kind which is gained through will and fight and truth and the the application of justice and of the intellect, all qualities of such which were and still are embodied in Adolf Hitler and The Third Reich and then there is that kind of ‘power’ which is gained through subversion and cowardice and sheer weight of numbers and through the fact…

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Published in: on November 9, 2017 at 8:24 am  Leave a Comment  

Ingrid Zundel Has Joined Ernst in Valhalla

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Ingrid and her husband Ernst will always be remembered and honored in the new culture and new world we’re going to build.

by Michael Hoffman

INGRID RIMLAND ZUNDEL, an accomplished and successful professional author and the loyal wife of the late World War II revisionist publisher and activist Ernst Zundel, has died. We have no other details at the present time, though it appears to have been from natural causes.

Ingrid was born into the historic community of German Mennonites resident in Russia since the time of Catherine the Great. After Hitler invaded the Soviet Union, Stalin began deporting these German-Russians to Siberia. The German Army arrived in time to halt the extrusion and escort Ingrid’s family and thousands like them safely out of the USSR. After the war, many German Mennonite refugees were sent to South America, where Ingrid’s family took up residence under harsh conditions. She eventually left her faith community to pursue a higher education and the career of a writer. She met Ernst in the 1990s. She survived her husband by less than three months. She leaves behind an extensive headquarters complex in Tennessee, complete with lodging facilities, a library and archives, the disposition of which is unknown. She was her husband’s sole heir, according to his son Pierre.

Published in: on November 4, 2017 at 11:02 pm  Leave a Comment  

Jez Turner in Court 10-30-17

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Gesang.XIX

das Jüngstes Gericht

Gesang.XIX – by G.K.

With the next heartbeat now enter that world which we all once knew,

That sunken and sullen world of heroes that lies both above and below,

That velvet glade on emerald isles beneath towering cathedral pines,

Where dream-tones of solemn bells ring and voices of the dead call us with song

Together for remembrances, we march into golden pastures of eternal twilight,

Under the nocturnal moon-sun, to the hushed sounds of the noon-tide seas,

We form our ranks to the roar of bonfires, beneath the celestial swastika that turns the skies,

Heil Hitler, the greatest one, we stand and gather our hands together in prayer to thee !

Sieg Heil!

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Published in: on November 2, 2017 at 8:11 am  Leave a Comment