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National Futurist Splinters
by Constantin von Hoffmeister
1 February 2005
Self-sufficiency is the key. However, it is imperative that we shall not
limit our scope to this planet only. We must ever strive to become the
Faustian beasts that we were always meant to be. The sun must circle around
US! Domination of our own by ourselves is a necessary prerequisite, in order
to establish the Imperivm of the End, ruled by the dictatorship of the class
that creates. The NATIONAL FUTURIST UNITY PARTY OF EVROPA (NFUPE) is the
only organization that will secure the bringing together of kin that,
although spread far and wide, belongs into the same gene pool - a source
sufficient for the molding of the Homo Novus, the Aryan of Tomorrow. Always
ready to mount the pale horse of destiny, the new state ensures total
expansion and the spread of the sacred seed into all multi-dimensional
corners of the known and yet to be discovered cosmos. The archetype awake
and charging...
In the end truth will win the day. Night will be defeated, symbolic
illumination flooding the gates of falsely proclaimed righteousness,
submerging them with ease so that any organic particle (or Aryan component)
not bound by bamboozling beliefs will be able to leisurely "swim" (glide,
float) to the only goal worth reaching: horizon endless... What belongs
together will be welded together, by the hooked cross or by the sword! It is
an empirical imperative to observe the emergence of the elysian Empire of
Right amidst the rubbles of the current and repetitive debacle of "the
eternal Versailles" (propaganda yes - truth always). Fragments scattered
ultimately collected, gathered and forged into a single strand of unlimited
EUvolution - that is the sparkling and far-reaching essence of philosophy
unbound, wedded to non-morality and artificial Prometheus. Once given the
garlic-resistant and never-expiring life of technological terror-fusion,
this holy homunculus will save us all. The sanctuary lies AHEAD! Still far
but eventually close to the touch of enhanced physical grace, discoveries
will be marked by settlements of sentience. Deep inside the crater of the
SOURCE itself, science makes love to a race that worships its ego. The
product is Godhead, smiling at the benefit of doubt extinguished and
Dominion established.
National Futurism only expounds profundity, its tacit tentacles reaching
deep into the calculated context of the primeval pond. Alchemy of the
Abraxi: sunk cells turned into ennobled matter. No more margins can hold.
The center without binding drifts while the gravity of the straightened out
steadily holds it. Again impregnated and replenished, the folk fruitful and
fresh, a lying life abandoned, anew a grand design announced... Power to
identify with a perfected image of one's own: the finely chiseled face of a
pallid boy in rough rock a subdued prayer of passion arouses. DAVAI!
Totalitarian Democracy: smash the periphery! - the eagle with the dove in
its claws = victory of scientific spirituality - let the weak rot! - the
liars' desert philosophy shoved down the throat of the still mooing but soon
croaking - ahead the times that ... necessarily gory but gratifyingly full
of glory! - jollifications in mass executions = a present for the dumb and
blind - hang high the creature that crawls! - shut the trap and release the
hounds of heaven! - combat corners centralized to aim in spite of the huns'
retreat - where the wild that wander with want?
Although National Bolshevism "has never been," it is nevertheless a product
of the past (the term itself denoting the linkage). No future is possible
without the awareness that the revolving wheel of destiny turns and turns.
The perspective of the future is national. Nations are the collective clubs
of competing classes. And classes have always existed above time. The past
has been incorporated and will be recycled. National Futurism knows the past
to be true only according as to how it can be remodeled to its own liking
and ultimate benefit.
The relevance of historical dialectics: to be expressed with utter disdain
or self-induced obliviousness? National Futurism is the contradiction that
expresses itself with absolute and sincere clarity. Misunderstandings are
ruled out by a brave adherence to the self-created image of the world as it
really exists in planes not yet explored. National Futurism is not an
ideology per se, but the spontaneous and indeed foreseen combustion of
seemingly random elements that, together, form the canvas on which to
forcibly screen the images that haunt all our waking dreams with illusions
undermined by the realization that maya is nothing but a farce to fatten our
fragile minds. Historical abstractions form the backbone of a society
sickened by the past. Sacred history, as revealed to us by the Abraxi, is
the sacrificial altar of our all-penetrating visions.
The savior is light. The light within one's fleshy shell. Is the truth
inside? Is the truth a path to connection with ALL? If the case is a
blinding one, a reconsideration of spiritual possibilities is utterly
necessary. Can one save oneself from the fear of others? The tortured garden
of Gethsemane is now open to the public: whips might crack on backs, and the
resulting scars that never will heal will be symbols of a defiance that to
be surpassed has to be imitated and mocked. The club of the clever contracts
and disappears. A band of misfits, forged by blood and premonitions of a
salvatory apocalypse, emerges. All are ONE. By force the savior imposed... A
society that healeth not with advice well-meant and not optional flushed and
drained of excess... Asceticism is the only aesthetic that ruleth beauty and
reason.
CONSTANTIN VON HOFFMEISTER
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