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A European comrade, wife and mother read my letter to Bruce Leininger — whose son is the reincarnation of a WWII navy pilot killed during the Iwo Jima campaign (where my own father fought) –wrote me how she honestly felt yesterday — not good.

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I read this letter well …
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I confess that today I’m down in the dumps … maybe I’m not even physically well.
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I have had a headache for two days and I hardly ever suffer from this.
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Not only that, I smell strange smells … as if they remind me of something.
I’ve been smelling these smells ever since the new dog arrived …
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But then I started to sense your presence, and the smells almost disappeared.
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I confess that my tears have fallen. And I haven’t cried in a very long time.
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And I haven’t cried in a very long time.
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I don’t know what’s happening to me but I miss you a lot more.
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As if I were going into crisis …
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It’s all so strange today.
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I hope to recover. 🙁

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I responded:
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I try to publish the spiritual reading almost every day because these are indeed apocalyptic, scary and very dangerous times.

What I saw with Margi during the worst phases of her cancer battle — months and months of severe pain (which morphine only dulled, 8 out of 10 in a pain scale, and people commit suicide at 9), emaciation, losing her beautiful auburn hair (and every woman wants to be attractive) — was that this reading helped her a lot.

In fact, she became a much better person than before due to this long trial.

National socialism is not just about race and firm leadership, but also about the glory of struggle.

No hero without a dragon!

You are a heroine, and I am sure an excellent mother and wife. Your life is successful and your incarnation is being used wisely. You are not suffering like the masses without waking up, resorting to alcohol, marijuana, shopping, porn, mere sex like a humanimal, or music videos to dull the pain.

No, you know the situation is scary, and you embrace the reality.

Struggle, race and leadership — you know what you want in life! The others are twice as miserable because they suffer without knowing, and agonize without growing!

“Life’s a bitch [horrible], then you die” — a bumper sticker about hopelessness, despair and atheism which I saw on a rusty pickup truck in Tennessee. This person is, frankly, a loser.

By embracing meaning, duty, truth and love, you are a successful Aryan. Your incarnation as [her name in this life] is very good!

I thank God for you, and others tell me also they like your comments. 🙂

And blue eyes 😉

I will blog on all this. Thanks!

……Spiritual reading

May 6

Oh dear ones, please don’t miss this day, this chance to cherish every single morsel of the exquisite beauty that you can know only when you are in form. Yes, the challenges are many, and the times themselves are challenging. You are stretching and you have been stretched. Your world is changing and
will never be the same again.
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You know it must be so, and you know that it is all for the good, even when it is hard. You have worked so valiantly to meet the demands, to be, to love with all your heart even when it is easier to fear.
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The pressure has felt (and has been, in truth) relentless and you have been so extraordinarily courageous and willing.
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Take today to stop and look around you, to soak up the incredible experience of living in a physical body and plane. There are so many gifts that are yours alone to receive; we who are not in form cannot delight in the glories that your senses allow you and we wish you the full quotient of those pleasures now.
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Look around you and see with your entire being the tangible bursting forth of life, the tender blossoms, the vibrant growth, the rebirth. Smell the warming earth, taste its fruits and don’t neglect the joy of letting the juices run down your chin. Dance and feel the play of your body in time and space.
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Sing and know the power of the vibration of sound that comes straight from your heart. Drop deep into the gratitude that arises when you feel the touch of another being’s hand on yours and give yourself the great comfort of touching another.
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Human, animal, plant, water, stone—all hold intensely loving and expansive consciousness and will bless you with it when you reach out in awareness.
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Let the anticipation of something sweet up ahead fill your belly and give yourself over to the melancholy of musing on things that are gone and will never return.
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Breathe and let each breath fill you with the essence that suffuses all the worlds, but do it with your down-to-earth lungs, with your amazing body.
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The sacred is everywhere around you and within you. Miracles never cease and all you must do to know them is open your eyes, your ears, your hands, your heart. In these crazy and wild times, take a break, take whatever you can and wring from it all the ecstasy and holiness and joy that you can.
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There is no limit beyond your capacity to receive..-
We send you as much as you can hold! — E.West

14 Comments

  1. A great spiritual reading that should help our beautiful blue eyed friend. It helped me in seizing some special moments I would have otherwise let forever slip away. God bless and Godspeed!

  2. Grazie di cuore.
    Lo so che sono una tempesta…
    È vero.
    E non è facile controllarla.
    Non è facile controllare quello che penso,quello che sento,quello che vedo.
    E sono molto sincera.
    A volte mi attacco con mio marito per questo,dice che sono lunatica.
    E che non comprende il mio modo di fare(come sulla scelta di ritornare a mangiare la carne).
    Anzi ultimamente attacco anche io e a lui dà fastidio.
    Quando si tratta del Fuhrer poi io divento una iena.
    Ci sono cose che mi mandano in bestia davvero e non guardo più chi ho di fronte.
    Ma guai a chi ti tocca….
    Mi sento morire per questo e non voglio che qualcuno mi debba separare di nuovo da te.
    Ci penso tutti i giorni…
    E prego Dio per questo.

  3. John, do you consider yourself a monotheist? Your comments seems to indicate that. What is your take on it?
    This is no critique. Just curiosity.
    I myself tend more to the old Norse (and other European) mythology of the concept of the Ginnungagap as a completely neutral creational force onto which the Gods (plural) act. The good and the evil (if you like), and basically everything, are a product of the Gods. The creation is hence not an entity, just an anti-nihil.
    I am sure you have touched upon this before, but I did not manage to find this in your archives.
    Keep up the good work!

    • Of course, there is a top god, the CREATOR, who created everything, including the “gods.”

      This creator is obviously not a thing, a force, a law, but an intelligent being.

      The Hindus called him Brahman. There are no stories at all about Him.

      It is clear from reading the various stories of the gods (whether Greco-Roman, Teutonic, Keltic or Slavic, or the Sumerians with their Enki, Enlil, etc.) that they are basically super-HUMANS, aliens with incredible technologies compared to us.

      The must keep eating some substance to continue their long lifespans, whether nectar and ambrosia [ = literally “immortality” in Ancient Greek], the golden apples of Idun, soma, or something else.

      If they stop eating this, then their life spans are like those of earth mortals.

      And severe wounds no longer are healed, but kill them.

      They fight wars (Vanir vs Aesir among the Teutons, or Titans versus Olympians among the Greeks), even against their own father (Zeus/Jupiter vs Chronos/Saturn)…

      They fall in and out of love, they cheat on their spouses, they feel anger, hatred and jealousy…

      They even make earthlings into gods, as happened with the handsome earthling Ganymede, or with Hercules, already a half-god at birth.

      Christianity rightly decried the pederasty of Classical Greek culture, which depicts Zeus as having had “the hots” –male-adult-on-male-teenager — for the shepherd boy Ganymede, a lust which the boy may have bravely refused, as Socrates maintained. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganymede_(mythology)

      Zeus changed himself into an eagle to carry away Ganymede. Socrates, troubled by the pederastic story, said his name “Ganymede” meant “love [gany] of his mind [med]” and that Zeus actually enjoyed the mind of the boy…. Hmm, well, I hope so. 😉 But you can see why Christianity thrived by abhorring this kind of thing. Why worship gods who abduct and f–k boys???? Better to worship the Creator God than these dudes.

      Sculpture by the great Danish sculptor Bertel Thorvalden.



      A vase from 500 BC, now at the Louvre Museum in Paris, depicting the nordic-looking Ganymede:

      These little chaps — “human, all-too human,” as Nietzsche would say — did not create the universe.

      The Big Guy did.

      Conversations with God by Walsch explains Him very, very well!

      It is such a bestseller that it is probably in your native language, too. 🙂 He is a former Christian, btw, and one sees that Christianity, as malformed by Saul, is now a dangerous, judeophilic, sheepizing half-truth.

      God IS love — but tough love!

      God is actually, and how could it be otherwise, an unswerving national socialist!

      Life is struggle, race and leadership! All that is weak, cowardly and selfish must be destroyed!

  4. Credo di aver ricostruito tutta la storia o parte di essa.
    Può sembrare strano ma sono stati anche gli Ebrei a lasciarmi alcuni messaggi precisi.
    Non solo i protocolli di Sion!
    A volte pensiamo che i film,le favole,le leggende siano fandonie inventate.
    Eppure credo di essere “entrata” nella loro mente.
    Come ho fatto…non lo so.
    Io non vivo qui,ho abbracciato questa ERA…ma vivo in tutte le ERE.
    Forse questa ultima Era per me è la più pesante,un fardello da tenere sulle spalle.
    E so che pesa anche a te perché è il punto più basso del decadimento umano.
    Ormai ho capito che l’ultimo gradino mi sta stretto 🙂 ma devo combattere ancora.
    Mi sento fragile a volte ma come fanciulla,mi fa paura esserlo.
    Forse perché ho provato pochissime volte(e sono sicura con te)questa sensazione.
    Non so spiegarlo;è come cascare a terra e non sai il perché.
    La chiamano debolezza umana o semplicemente amore.
    E sembra somigliare al dolore o a un trauma.
    Solo che l’amore poi ti solleva..
    Mi dispiace per tutto.
    Se ho sbagliato nelle mie vite ti chiedo perdono;sento ancora il peso di Brunhilde,la sua vergogna.Le sue parole pesano ancora..
    Quella è stata un’era tremenda,forse la più brutta.
    Perché non pesa la morte ma pesano le parole,le azioni,gli inganni e la separazione.
    Questo si.

  5. Però mi sono accorta di qualcosa:
    Si,lo ammetto…sono spiona!:)
    Un tempo avevi più persone che commentavano i tuoi post…
    Cosa è successo?
    Sono rimasti tutti senza parole?
    Sono una brutta spiona.
    E…ti voglio bene.

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