Teenagers from Marsberg
Our path to God does not pass through Bible and Jerusalem. It leads through Germany. It cannot be otherwise.
In quiet and stormy nights, in moonlight or in snow storms, we lads found ourselves together and swore eternal struggle against all un-German essence. At the shine of the fire we consecrated our flags and pennants and gained energy and courage for new struggle. And if we then, a devout unit, stood out there on lonely heights, gazed into the bright blazing flames of pure fire, if we gazed out into the broad German land, if we looked up toward the distant stars in the dark sky of the silent night, a mysterious yearning passed through our young hearts. It was the yearning into the distance, the yearning for the eternal wellsprings of German life, the yearning for God.
At the same hour a pastor protested in the school’s parents’ council against the brutalization and godlessness of the present day youth. And in the same night a sixteen-year-old lad died a hero’s death on a dark road in the faith in eternal Germany. That was the German youth, “the immature, brutalized youth”. And this youth has won the Reich.
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This folk is awakening. That today many people no longer call themselves Christians without reflection, that today religion is discussed everywhere, that one debates religious questions everywhere, that in many churches gaping emptiness dominates and the youth prefers to fetch strength on heights in firelight, that is a good sign, a sign that our folk does not sleep. A deep yearning from honest hearts goes through the German land. The Germans want to finally become Germans and seek their own path to God.
– Excerpted from God and Folk – Soldierly Affirmation
Are religious questions – definite metaphysical claims – not of utmost importance to the fractured “pro-White” discourse? Pastors, popes, rabbis, laymen, and extremely online Abrahamists of all stripes wag their fingers at us in indignation. How dare we deny their monopoly on, and definition of, Divine Providence? How dare our hot blood speak with more truth than their parchment? Let us address the charges they made in 1933, and continue to make in this millennium.
We are brutal – this is true. Brutal because we must be. Without our brutality, we’d have been lamed from birth by these schoolmarms.
We are not Godless. We reject their gods of cash, of unearned rank, of stolen prosperity – nay, a stolen future. We reject the artificial limits they attempt to impose on God. For this they call us the worst of names.
Soon, they will have an accurate name for us – Master.