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The tyrannon at work in a Millennial, but it applies to a lesser extent to tons of us — a cauldron of remorse, anger and dread based on living in the past, the future and never truly in the NOW.

I just saw a great “Gunsmoke” episode with “Miss Kitty” and a cowboy, played by the great Claude Akins, who was a nice guy who came on way too strong to her, with disastrous results for himself.

“Something got into him,” as we say. Something “got ahold of him.”

.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqrvNbgmJPY

I have written, as part of founding a new Aryan religion, over and over about the tyrannon, or what Eckhart Tolle calls “the egoic mind.”

This is not the same as the “ego” in a freudian or jungian sense, nor is it the necessary, basic, good and useful minimum sense of self and safety you need to protect yourself from being “taken,” robbed, beaten or killed, and to ensure you get three meals a day, and keep a roof over your head when sun, rain or snow come down on you.

The tyrannon is this, when 1) you do not understand that your mind is not you, and identify with every thought, feeling and traumatic “baggage” you ever had, and your mind takes you over…

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2) you live entirely in the past of anger and remorse, or the future of fear and dread, never in the present, and never fully enjoying anything — or excelling at anything. (All great performance, or great sex, or any deep enjoyment, even of a sunset, face it, comes from being totally in the now.)

A sunset I and Margi experienced at Ontonagon beach yesterday evening.

Sometimes the best way you can fight the Jews is to forget about them, shut them out for a moment, recharge your batteries, and just enjoy the beach. 🙂

But the 99% of humanity that is not enlightened is under the tyrannon, the mind on auto-pilot, and this miserable, greedy, never-happy mind out of control sees everyone and everything as a tool to get to something else.

Therefore, just as you see the present only this way, as a thing forced on you by the past, and as a tool or stepping-stone for a better future, and never grasp the present, the NOW, as what it is — the only real reality — you will also see people as things to use.

You see people as things to force, to persuade, to manipulate or get pushy with, to use or even abuse, and you fear losing your human-thing which you wanted to reel in, to nail down, and keep on possessing, as with the cowboy played by Akins.

He is not an evil guy, but he is possessed by his tyrannon and intense desire to get and keep Kitty, a very hot woman, as “his.”

(He is also clumsy, not knowing Goethe’s reminder that women have a nature like art and poetry…..not one that mere male logic or willpower can seduce.)

And this possessive greed and view of others as things to use remains true, deep-down, even if (as with your own kids, good friends, or your romantic partner) you maybe really do “like” them. 😉

Your constant conflicts with them comes from not really grasping this cosmic truth — that 1) they are in your life only in the present, and the future has no guarantees, nor is the past the arbiter of anything. You cannot hold onto them, nor they onto you, and change, decay and endings are part of life on this earth, in this galaxy and in this whole dimension.

We grow through seeking and facing change.

Every single person is just people like yourself, and a soul, an eternal being via the proven fact of reincarnation.

They all (even, yes, Jews, satanists and pedophiles) are children of God, though they may be far astray. They have dignity and rights, and they feel needs, they have hurts, and they experience joys and fears — just as you do.

The 2006 Clint Eastwood movie “Letters from Iwo Jima” (my father, as a Marine, fought in that 1945 WWII battle) is about how the Japanese felt during the American invasion of that island.

James Waddell Nugent was here to kill — or be killed, as 6,000 Americans were.

(no subtitles, but the action explains itself)

Marine dead

He made it.

My father gave me this lamp.

The Eastwood movie is so poignant because the 20,000 Japanese were no fools, and knew they were doomed — all those husbands, fathers, boyfriends, fiancés and somebody’s son….and they did, in fact, die almost to the last man, some committing group suicide with grenades or engaging in one final banzai charge.

(And it was not a pointless resistance. Every additional day during the six-week battle that the Japanese Army held onto Iwo Jima was a day that US bombers could not take off from that island to go and bomb their beloved Japan and obliterate their families from the air. The American invasion was designed to turn Iwo Jima into a US air base.)

I recently ran a Hitler poem from 1916, which is undoubtedly autobiographical, but Hitler was not boasting about his compassion, or, at the end of the poem, his enlightened feeling for even a French enemy soldier who helped him save a severely wounded German.

I will run it again in case you missed it.

UPDATED The US and the moon; he disbelieves in a just, caring, all-powerful Creator; Hitler poem from WWI

Enlightenment means 1) understanding your mind, how it works against you, and regaining full control over it, and 2) coming to see yourself in the joys, learning and suffering of the other guy.

Poem by Adolf Hitler, based in his own combat experience, translated by my lovely queen, Margaret Huffstickler, from German into English, and spoken by her at the “No More Wars for Israel” conference in southern California in October 2007.

Hitler’s moving WWI poem, composed in French Flanders, in the Artois forest, in the spring of 1916

Based on a true story

In a Thicket of the Forest at Artois

It was in a thicket in the Artois Wood.

Deep in the trees, on blood-soaked ground,

A wounded German warrior lay stretched

And his cries rang out in the night.

In vain “ no echo answered his plea.

Will he bleed to death like a beast

Shot in the gut, that dies alone?

Then suddenly

Heavy steps approach from right and left

He hears them stamp on the forest floor,

And new hope springs in his soul.

And now from the left,

And now from both sides,

Two men approach his dark resting place

A German, and a Frenchman.

And each watches the other with distrustful glance,

And threateningly they aim their weapons.

The German warrior asks: “What are you doing here?”

“I was touched by his desperate calls for help.”

Drawing by Hitler himself to illustrate the poem

“He’s your enemy!”

“He’s a man who is suffering.”

So both lowered their weapons without a word,

then entwined their hands together,

and with muscles tensed, carefully lifted

the wounded warrior, as if on a stretcher,

And carried him through the woods
Till they came to the German outposts.

“Now it’s done. He’ll get good care.”

And the Frenchman turns back toward the woods.

But the German grasps for his hand,

Looks, moved, into sorrow-dimmed eyes

And says to him with earnest foreboding:

Adolf Hitler, convalescing from a serious thigh wound in a military hospital in Berlin in 1916

“I don’t know what fate holds for us,

Which inscrutably rules in the stars.

Perhaps I shall fall, a victim of your bullet.

Perhaps mine will fell you on the sand,

For the fortunes of battle are unpredictable.

Hitler after four long years at the front

But however it may be, and whatever may come:

It is for such sacred hours we live,

When a man sees himself in another man,

And so farewell!

May God be with you!”

French infantrymen in the trenches (re-enactors)

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The tyrannon (“Gunsmoke” episode) drives away a good woman, makes a man a demon, and gets him killed