The Man, the Archetype, and Mein Kampf

When I wrote my previous essay on my childhood Jews, I wasn’t trying to promote World Jewry; I was presenting a set of very subjectively true memories mostly from my early childhood, with which I’ve had to grapple, over a course of years, while coming to my current understanding of our world situation.  It may be informative that since before I wrote that piece, my commute listening in my vehicle has been the Audible version of the Ford translation of Mein Kampf, to which subject I’ll return.  I think that many of us who have become Awake, to the extent that we are, in our adulthood, and who are not young, have had to work through the prevailing mindset of our twentieth-century generations; that each person is an individual and should not be judged solely by race, gender, religion, etc.  We were taught that these images we had, of persons as exemplars of classifications, were Stereotypes, false and to be avoided.  To some extent, when dealing with an individual, this is true.

The memories of my childhood that I presented, were honest ones, as through the remembered eyes of the child I was.  As I listen to Mein Kampf today, “reading” it for at least the fourth time, I am being made more that ever before, aware of its essential truth and its extreme applicability to the world of the Twenty-First Century.   How to reconcile these things? To deal with things well, one has first to be honest, and to be honest I haven’t had, in my lifetime, the extremely negative encounters with Jews that Hitler, or many others before and since, of course, have had.  The individual Jews I’ve encountered in my lifetime, while they’ve become more distinctively Jewish as my perceptions have been honed, have been with regard to my human manifestation, probably no better and no worse than anyone else.  So how to reconcile this with the also true and honest perception of the Archetype embodied by World Jewry today?  I suspect that I am not alone in needing to reconcile this issue.

Another now apparent truth which I was taught as a child (and here come the racist accusations, and each of these flagged and charged mini-topics needs its own space, which is also not here), was with regard to Blacks.  That’s my preferred term for them; to me it’s neutral.  I was told, they’re OK, one on one, but watch out for them in groups. Honestly, that’s probably true of any group of humans in which any race or other classification type predominates; there is that much truth to sociology. I don’t think anyone will deny: People behave differently in groups.  We all know about the mob, but what we’re addressing here is a little something different.  So that I will deal with each Black person as an individual presumed worthy of respect, but I won’t walk through downtown at midnight.  Although, I’ll also point out, that this situation is now worse than it’s been before, in my lifetime, because of the forces that want both Blacks and Whites to fight each other rather than addressing an enemy that has made himself, itself, mutual.

I’m not taking space here for an introduction to the works of Miguel Serrano, or even of Carl Jung; but hopefully my reader has a basic grasp of Serrano’s Archetypes, based on Jung’s but a bit different.  Serrano’s works, or his main and most honest ones, are beautiful and majestic for me but suffer a bit from a need of cataloging and re-presentation, to the extent that it’s hard for me to locate a quote from any one work.  And if what I’m about to state differs from what he says, particularly in his main trilogy, please realize also that I’ve reconceptualized a bit to fit my own constantly emerging worldview.

But with regard to Adolf Hitler, Serrano talks about three levels of function: Hitler the man; the Führer; and the incarnation of Vishnu.  I’ve thought about this a lot, and I think that understanding these roles, when one reads a good biography of Hitler (I recommend Toland’s) or a book like Hitler Democrat by Degrelle, explains a lot.  Indeed, I think we all, who know ourselves and each other as people, primarily, embody bits and pieces of entities on multiple levels of existence.  I’ve spoken here repeatedly about the need to be able to shift perspective, to move within these levels, as the most essential component of developing Awareness.  It really does appear to me that the extreme significance of Adolf Hitler in our relatively modern times is due to his extremely clean and distinct embodiment of these three distinct entities.

I think the best pictures I’ve found of Hitler, the man, whom no one claimed to know well, have come from his childhood friend August Kubizek and his secretary Christa Schroeder, both of whose books I’d recommend above most of the crap out there (but beware of edited and propagandized editions, and I don’t know if I’ve linked the right ones).   As I believe Serrano also points out, Adolf Hitler the man was so consumed, I think, by the Führer archetype, that his human personality seems to have almost disappeared as he got older, became almost a shell.  And, I believe, to the extent that it may have manifested as he aged, and in fact mellowed, as we all do, it may have interfered with the function of the Führer.  It’s pretty clear, looking at the person and not the myth, that Adolf Hitler was a kind man; not only as exemplified by his love for animals and his respect for individuals – some of whom he dealt with quite differently on a personal level that in his Führer aspect, which goes back to my Jewish experience.  And his kindness, and to some extent his occasional loss, as a man, of historical perspective or even of the Führer Weltanschauung, may have done more than an occasional disservice to the Führer function, and may have been responsible for the loss of the War! to the extent such was not inevitable.

As to Hitler’s mistakes, I’ll point out two: not the attack on Russia, which is frequently cited, and is I believe an error on the part of his critics: but rather his kindness and loyalty, too long and too late, to two entities who did not deserve his loyalty: the British and Mussolini.

I think that Adolf Hitler, with his historical and Racialist thinking, failed to understand to what extent the International Jew (which is, I hope you realize, its own Archetype and perhaps the most important and defining one of all for this discourse), dominated Britain through America, for which he cannot be too severely condemned, as he was indeed faced with a moving target of understanding which was evolving, quickly and contemporaneously for him in his time of Roosevelt and Churchill.  So that his attempt to make peace with Britain was doomed to fail, and his reluctance at Dunkirk a horrible mistake.  Of course the whole situation of the Unnecessary War, as Buchanan has called it, may have been doomed from the moment it became inevitable – Serrano says that noble going down to defeat was intentional and knowing.  It may have been from the viewpoint of the Archetype, but I don’t think Hitler the man knew, at least til the end, and there is the true tragedy, in the Shakespearean sense.

And to complete my thought, the backing of Mussolini’s folly in Ethiopia probably cost Germany the war in Russia in that crucial fall and winter of 1941 – 42.  Hitler was been demonically mythologized as ruthless, but he was anything but that.  And a complete analysis of WWII on a military basis is beyond my competence; I just wanted to make this point as to the mistakes a man makes when he functions not as an embodiment of his Race or Nation or some other archetype, but as a man with human limits and feelings.

I could endlessly digess on Hitler, having spent so many years studying him, but let me make this one observation about Mein Kampf, and I’ll move on to my main point here.  Or more about the available forms of it.  It’s an interesting topic in and of itself, the many forms and translations of this book, seeming none of them near perfect; an interesting guide, though self-serving is here.  I’ve “read” the book at least four times (counting the present one in progress), beginning in my Junior High years.    I believe the first version I read, in the seventh or eighth grade, was probably the Houghton-Mifflin version, although I’ll never know for sure.  If so, it was translated by committee sponsored by or through the New School for Social Research, a nest of vipers if there ever was one.  It may be in fact the most accurate, from what I’ve seen.  A few years ago, probably in 2009 or 2010 in my Awakening period, I read the Murphy version on Kindle, which from my perception, was not very readable.  I am now listening on Audible to the Ford translation for the second time.

I have to tell you that I’m getting more from this second listening to the Ford version, than I have ever gotten from Mein Kampf before.  Maybe it’s me, of course – the time and situation of my listening, the readiness of my ear to hear – but I’m amazed, as our situation deteriorates, how clearly Hitler called it.  The book is a manual for understanding how we got to where we are, and where it can go, will go from here.  The tragedy of course comes with realizing how much worse things have gotten, how much the disease has progressed.  A wave of black hopeless comes with the realization that the Last Battalion might have been right there, in 1945.  We are living in the world where Hitler lost and World Jewry, through its agents America and the Soviet Union, won.  And as those agents have themselves faded, the facades fallen apart, and the naked power behind them emerged, it becomes more apparent every day how right Hitler was.

But there are problems with the Ford version also.  Reading the author (in some forms)’s own (again) self-promotional but informative booklet about the translation, here, one can see – or I can see, even with my limited German – that the Ford version is to some extent a modernization and re-telling of Mein Kampf, as much as a translation.  His version is in many ways more effective and powerful for the modern reader, and don’t misunderstand, I think the effort he has (or they have) made here is more than admirable, and for someone who was not read Mein Kampf before and knows no German, I would recommend the Ford version as a place to start. But his rather extreme variations on the text (and there are published criticisms) should lead the conscientious reader who wants to understand to a more literal version; personally I think that someone soon I’ll reread the Houghton Mifflin (I have a 1939 edition), en route to a project that will probably take me a year, one of my limited life goals: reading the German original.

For example, the Ford version repeatedly translates völkisch as “Racialist” and Weltanschauung as “world concept” which gets annoying, distracting and misleading, particularly in the beginning of Vol. II.   If that doesn’t bother you, then the Ford is indeed for you.  It will bring you to a powerful understanding of how we got where we are, that you may not have had when you started reading.  For the rest of you, I’ll leave it there.

Enough about Hitler and Mein Kampf.  My point is that each of us, the more we become Aware, function on and expresses mulitple level of being – the human, the metahuman, the Archetype (either in the Serranoean or Jungian sense), any way you want to express or conceptualize those.  The individual Jew is not World Jewry and I am not the Aryan archetype.  Indeed, in our failed and degraded Age of Iron tending toward Lead – as we approach (and I shudder to use the Alex Jones term) the true Prison Planet, which may be inevitable at this point, either on the way toward or in lieu of total devastation and World Annihilation – the blood becomes less pure, the types break down.  Our racial admixture, or as I would prefer to see it on a more occult or metaphysical basis, the dilution of the true Blood which is the golden elixir, the Grail, not the messy substance, is more pronounced now than it was in the Twentieth Century.  As Hitler said, as many others have said, there are irretrievable losses here.  Not that the blood was pure in the last century either of course. I’ve written before on the hopelessness of the White Race as seen as WalMart.   It’s been a long time coming.

If there is any action I would urge based upon this admitted mess of perceptions, I would urge that before acting, you try to determine who, and on what level, is acting.  We can make horrible mistakes otherwise.  Without taking a position, here, on the alleged Holocaust – without for this moment trying to sort out the facts from the myth – I would certainly say that even the actions taken toward the Jews which most will admit did happen, the massive deportations and depravations of persons to whose ancestors the term “inconvenience” would be justifiably insulting, were a tragedy brought about by the situation and mentality of War, not so much of Hitler but of his subordinates who both felt to need to do something and who had their own agendas.  The fact that that War was forced on Germany, that what most perceive as a war between the countries of  Europe was actually a war on Europe waged by World Jewry through America and Russia, is not a total excuse. If we are to achieve clarity in our daily lives, we cannot mistake the levels.

We cannot mistake the individual Jew, particularly the woman or child, regardless of what seed or potentialities may lie within them or their genes, for World Jewry, for the Archetype, for the “Demiurge” or for any of those things.  While we must make the decisions we must make, as a People and more on a larger scale and when functioning in those roles, when we are merely ourselves, merely men or women, we cannot degrade ourselves by individual cruelty.  Or by ignorance.  I will not reiterate Savitri Devi’s sometimes blind rage at the War she missed.

To become once again truly Divine, we must first become truly Human, and only then can we begin to transcend.  So we need to understand the larger forces at work, but not to mistake the forest for the trees.  For most of our lives, it is among the trees we live.  Only occasionally does a man fully embody an Archetype.  And to fully realize those moments, Awareness is all. Live calmly, somewhat coldly, in the moment day by day, and Listen.  Don’t jump the gun, or you may wind up in the gutter.  That’s the danger we all have to face, day by day, and there is no sure path.



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