One hundred years ago–on the 20th day of the fourth month of 1889, shortly after six in the evening-a most momentous event occurred in a small, hitherto insignificant border town in Austria. In Braunau was born that day to parents likewise insignificant a baby who had it in him to become the man against time. That is to say, within him was born the power to become the one capable of interrupting with a process of complete rejuvenation the whole trend of decay of that time, thus interposing a new era within the life-and-death cycle of the ages.
Living later in Linz as a teenager, it was there-as vividly described by his boyhood friend, August Kubizek (The Young Hitler I Knew, 1954 Allan Wingate of London edition, Chapter VIII)–that in the course of a night of communion with the stars at the summit of the Freinberg, the heavens opened up to him the secret of his life, and Adolf Hitler came to know himself as the man against time. Thereafter, he was a person possessed by the driving force of destiny through access to the realm of higher perception; this showing in the extraordinary brilliance of his magnetic eyes and the extraordinary timbre of his compelling voice. By virtue of this power he was more than a man in ordinary form.
So it was that he was able miraculously to mobilize the discontent of a defeated nation under a degenerate democracy, moving a handful of men in Munich at the start to become through ever bigger meetings and membership and public support the power which took over the state, produced the earthshaking articulation of the national will at the Nuremberg rallies, embodied it in the most popular regime in all history, and nearly–very nearly indeed-gained the final goal of a world supremacy essential for complete Aryan security. Here what stands out most is not that he failed at the final hurdle, but that he succeeded over so many for so long and so far, his being an achievement never before or after equalled.
Vastly exceeding any mere politician, Hitler was also of the nature of a seer and priest, and an artist as well, whose supreme artistry was the pursuit of superhumanity as the only surety of a postponement of time’s work of decay. Superhumanity was his ultimate ideal, because any really better society depends most of all not on better schemes but on better people to implement them; and producing better people depends most of all not on education and training, however important their roles, but on breeding them. The key to maximum progress is as simple as this. What is startling is man’s failure, apart from National Socialism, to make use of it. Thus is identified the exclusive and superlative merit of our creed.
Hitler sought superhumanity in two ways. Firstly, his concern was the protection of the Aryan as the human being of highest potentiality. His way to this was to make citizenship of the state a matter of membership of the nation, and membership of the nation a matter not of mere residence and thus mere geography but of race, and thus blood membership of the folk community of the Aryan. Secondly, within the Aryan folk-community his concern was the practice of positive eugenics to increase the best of the breed, decrease the lesser, and eliminate the defective worst. Here we have the pith and kernel of Hitler’s message of salvation, the quintessence of the saviour’s creed of National Socialism, his supreme justification proof against all censure.
Vengeful time in the form of the forces of ruin allowed the messiah of the Aryans but six years of nominal peace barely to begin his great work of turning this decaying age into the golden one. The same span of years of war brought his death and the undoing of all he had done. Forty-four years later, has this wondrous man and his cause gone for ever? Have they been completely defeated, utterly invalidated, eternally relegated to the outer reaches of rejection as the acme of anathema? Have the causes of the Untermenschen, the dark creeds of the “underdog”, finally and forever ousted the Weltanschauung for an Atlantis of the sons of sunlight?
Indeed it can well look so, at least at first glance and on the surface. Maybe, even on deeper consideration, his was indeed the last chance for a renascence before the cyclic conclusion of this age by atomic cataclysm, environmental exhaustion, and the disintegration of a mongrelized mankind. Maybe, this will be the end not merely of an age but of the world itself, to be succeeded by life on another planet. Time–and the extent to which the saviour lives on in his followers–will tell!
Whatever the answer, one thing is certain: and that is that “death” for a man of his magnitude can be no total extinction, as long as there are men alive to tell the tale. Instead, it is restricted to a transition whereby the optical and aural image of the man passes entirely to the screen of memory. The counterfeit Christ of the Christians has remained “alive” through 2,000 years, becoming, on this plane of existence, something not lesser but far greater than his prototype in one of the many Jewish messiahs of the period. It can surely be similar for Adolf Hitler, the messiah of the Aryans.
Decisive for his transfiguration is the fact–never to be neglected-that he was beaten not morally but only materially, and this by a vastly greater muster of men and armaments, and after a resistance the magnificence of which the world had never before seen. The crucifixion of his creed was by the spears of baleful war alone, devoid of higher sanction from any worthier creed. His was the spiritual victory. Thus his military defeat at the hands of his spiritual inferiors, and all their denigration of him, can but serve to enhance his true image, ensuring that he not only remains powerfully alive in spirit, but so much so that he can become the spiritual conqueror of the future. In this reasoning is encapsulated the whole higher meaning f)f human life, which is the struggle of the spirit to its victory over matter.
A man of the ages
His enemies have no doubt of his power of resurrection, given the patient and imaginative toil of his true disciples for whom honour is loyalty. His mountain home, the Berghof, had to be bombed to ruins, then the ruins had to be blasted to smithereens lest the bare stones become a shrine, and then a dense plantation had to be grown over the bare site, lest the mere ground became a place of pilgrimage. In that homeland of his, the democracy of the military conquerors had to concede moral defeat by dictating the perpetual banning of not only any revival of his NSDAP, but even the songs, the signs and the ideas of his National Socialism. Over all his enemies, even two score and four years after they have pronounced him dead–and prompting their never-ending daily defamation–hovers the haunting spectacle of a Hitler whose power defies death, and whose spirit lives on threatening their future.
Theirs is a dying world anyhow, spiritually stricken beyond hope of redemption, and thus incapable of averting the cyclic demise. In their frantic fear of Hitler’s spirit, they are well on the way to overreaching themselves through a denigration exceeding the bounds of credibility even for the captive herds of their media; thus causing a reaction in his favour. Nemesis may not only be possible, but not too far distant-they fear, and we hope. Some appreciable catalyst for this disillusionment can well come from the world-wide commemoration of his centenary, when–to the most agonizing disquiet of his enemieswe hold up a defiant torch to his memory with a
thunderous affirmation that, despite all they have done and said, for us Hitler was right.
This centenary is indeed for us a high time of meditation, a veritable sacrament of our faith in National Socialism which always has been in the depth of its nature a political religion, and must now have this quality brought to the surface and spread throughout its substance in order to have the capacity to contest and conquer the future. As we focus our thoughts on the founder of our faith, embracing his spirit, we bring to life in memory all those who have lived and died in his cause, holding hands with them, and likewise with all those today, wherever they are, who actively serve that cause. Thus we create in comradeship of spirit a bridge of dedication, past to present and present to future. In so doing, there comes to us in consequence an emission of the sacred flame which imbued him. Then, in that moment is born within us an invincible
renewal of the will to win. Heil! Hitler!