I lived a dream-life, not knowing in which direction to turn my wavering steps. [...] Everything I did was trivial, without significance. Often my arms, raised to God in ardent prayer for strength, sank wearily and despairingly to my side. I was a plaything on the ocean of Time. Every wind blew me toward a different shore. Nevertheless, a prescient spirit drove me to continue seeking:

’Your hour must come, must come!’
It came.

And as a flash of lightning from heaven illuminates a fearfully dark nocturnal landscape, so that the smallest blade of grass can be distinguished, an understanding flashed through my heart: a Titanic belief in the God within Man, the God that is unfolded by the human spirit itself.
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words from the poem "Gott in mir" from the Brownshirt Princess, Princess Marie Adelheid of Lippe, who was a prolific writer and National Socialist supporter, and aide to Darré.

struggle for the divine empire of Love

here is a book about her (Princess Marie Adelheid of Lippe's) letters and poems. it was possiblyprobably written by a jew (actually wikipedia says he was scottish but who knows) by the last name, and is of course not favorable of right-wing ideas, but it is good in that it has some of her poems and writings translated which i am not sure where to find otherwise. of course the little paragraphs i have just shared are christian but there is a wider body of meaning to be extracted from them so sue me.

the book talks much of the ideas that fahrenkrog and the other early germanic revivalists had.

"Here and there the
last cigar. A song comes timidly, soon stronger, my favorite song:

In the marching quarters on hard straw I stretch my tired feet, And send my love my greetings into the night.

I'm not the only one who did it, Annemarie, The whole company dreams of his sweetheart at night The whole eighth company.

We must fight bloody battles with the Russian pack. I can't tell you yet about a reunion day.

Perhaps I'll be with you soon, Annemarie, Perhaps we'll all be rounded up tomorrow!
(Perhaps tomorrow the whole company will bury me).
The whole company, the whole, whole company.

And if a bullet shoots me dead, And I can't go home, Don't cry your eyes red, Look for someone else!

Take a lad slim and fine, Annemarie, It doesn't have to be one from my company
From my dear eighth company.

The song fades away melancholically; it echoes in one: “Perhaps tomorrow they'll be rounding up the whole company.” I look for a place to stay. We all find accommodation with a Panje (polack) family. First a welcome and a gift in the form of rum, which we drink from a broken glass, smacking our lips and feeling good. Then a cigar to the Pan, who is very upset because our boys untiled something from his roof, claiming it was their bed. The cigar calmed him down."

-Hans Stegemann, b. March 28, 1893 in Wetzenow, died. September 20, 1916 near Swinjuchy, Volhynia

kriegsbriefe gefallener studenten 1918
(letters of fallen german ww1 soldiers)
the song itself is called "Im Feldquartier auf hartem Stein streck'..."
the letter does not continue the last verse which goes :

"And when I return home from the campaign, then we will have a wedding.
Soon scolds the whole house, from happy children's laughter.
But all of them have to be boys, Annemarie;
So we both make all alone,
A whole company."

mirie it is while sumer ilast
ƿið fugheles song.
oc nu necheð ƿindes blast
and ƿeder strong.
ey ey ƿhat þis nicht is long.
and ich ƿið ƿel michel wrong
soregh and murne and fast.

vocals and mountain dulcimer by creativemuse(^_^)

"The Anglos were the high bred people from the heritage of the breeding Atlantis, of which Plato too reports in his breeding state, and the history of the comparison of the Anglos and the angels, which are said to have been mentioned by the pope Gregory, has an older and deeper factual reason."

— Rudolf Gorsleben

“Battling The Weeds”

from "Die Brennessel" a NS humorous magazine, published from 1931 to 1938

another illustration from "Die Brennessel"

"Yesterday the NSBO (Nationalsozialistische Betriebszellen-Organisation), today the S.A., tomorrow the P. O. When will he have time for me?”

the point being that a loyal nsdap member went to lots of meetings. (30 January 1934)

fidus, meeresmittagweiten (the vast expanses of the ocean's noon), 1911