MANU: For The Man To Come

Título: MANU: For The Man To Come

Autor: Miguel Serrano

Sinopse: “Who sees in National Socialism only a political movement, has understood nothing. National Socialism is more than a religion, she is the Will to create the Superman.” April 30th, 1945, 15 hours, 15 minutes in the afternoon. Shells and shrapnel rain down ceaselessly on Berlin and raging firestorms give the impression of an hallucinating drama. The Götterdämerung, Twilight of the Gods. Within the Bunker, Adolf Hitler calls for the Chiefassistant of his personal service, SS Official Sturmbannführer Heinz Linge, and tells him he must leave the scene. Then Linge asks him: “For whom must we fight now, Mein Führer?” And Adolf Hitler replies: “FOR THE MAN TO COME…” From Heinz Lange's book, Bus zum Untergang, (Towards the Collapse) ACKNOWLEGMENTS In the Eternal Return, this Work comes illustrated with the original drawings and engravings of the German painter Wolfgang von Schemm. His symbols have served as inspiration for the front cover and back cover. I wish here to thank all the comrades, men and women, who have assisted me with their help and encouragement to bring this Work to completion, in Chile and abroad and, especially those from Spain, living or dead, and in the Eternal Return of the Same, to thus be able to bring to a close the Trilogy of Esoteric Hitlerism together with The Golden Band and Adolf Hitler: The Ultimate Avatar here completed. And I dedicate this Book, with the previous ones, to Adolf Hitler, the Avatar, to my beloved Maestro and to the Valkyrie Allouine who, with her flowing golden hair and blue eyes, fights through me and from within me and awaits me in Valhalla from where we shall go away beyond the stars, united and separated forever. TRANSLATOR'S FOREWORD We enter here into a great mystery of mysteries on the threshold of Eternity. Don Miguel Serrano was no ordinary man. A truly factual biography of him is never likely to be written, because the stakes for those who rule this world are simply too high. But let it be known that his mysterious Brahmanic Order was in the forefront and at the heart of the greatest developments of the later half of the 20th Century. Literally millions fought and millions lived and died in the great struggles for which Miguel Serrano served as the gray eminence and directing hand from one end of our planet to the other. We can safely say that the over-all destinies of the previous two generations of humanity were very largely in his masterful hands, at least for those with some awareness of the role that has been played in those great struggles by the many secret services and special forces of which he was the true Grand Master. We may say that for over a quarter century Miguel Serrano guided the fortunes of the so-called Cold War and, more than any other man then alive, determined the hidden forces that led to the inexorable decline and fall of the late Soviet Union. The growing contemporary isolation of the Zionist entity is also in no small measure his magnificent achievement. That these and numerous other great events are unlikely ever to be traced to Serrano is in fact the greatest tribute to his most singular ability. If the greatest triumph for the warrior is to win without his enemy so much as noticing who and what has led to their downfall, then the author of this Most Holy Book is in humble truth among the great warriors of Chile and of all time. When we reflect that Miguel Serrano was the friend and chosen successor to the great SSObersturmbannführer Otto Skorzeny and that he received his personal command from He who was the only One greater still than Skorzeny himself, then we can begin to appreciate that we are here most literally in the presence of the Divine. In this rarest of books we may find the true, pure and fearless words and thoughts of Wotan. No one will read this book and emerge from it the man he was when he began the reading. Don Miguel spares none and, exactly like a God, like Wagner and Nietzsche, speaks to us on a level far above the quarrels and passions of mere sects and parties. Rather than debate whether Miguel Serrano were Pagan or Christian, we would be wise to understand that this book is a New Revelation that has destroyed such now meaningless distinctions. Henceforth we are all Pagans and none Pagans, all Christians and none Christians, because from this time, of the Black Sun of 2012, we are in truth henceforth and forever now Esoteric Hitlerists or we are nothing at all. A Fifth Gospel now dawns over our White Race and this Sacred Book is that Holy Scripture. Here the Gods Return to speak to us, here the Christ Returns among us to tell us our past and our future. Beware all ye who enter here, for the great words of power contained within shall haunt you forever. In these pages the Lord commands His People. Brother Francis, Franciscan Solitary in the Brahmanic Order of Kristos-Lucifer-Wotan Soli Deo Gloria HH TABLE OF CONTENTS Words Carved in Stone...................................................................................8 Prologue………….........................................................................................11 Introduction……...........................................................................................13 The Dog On the Frozen Steppes.................................................................19 Window of Ozone….....................................................................................23 The Atomic Bomb Does Not Exist…............................................................25 "Cities and Years"…….................................................................................28 The True Operation Barbarossa….................................................................33 First Part: Weltanschauung: Hitlerian Cosmogony........................................................43 Explosion.......................................................................................................43Demiurge................. ......................................................................................46Response of the Immortals............................................................................47 Partition of the Orphic Egg: HESHE and SHEHE........................................48 OrphicMusicandArchetypalNumbers............................................................50 The Art of Fugue...........................................................................................51 TheTwelveCanonsintheArtofFugue..............................................................53 The Magic Flute............................................................................................54 Compendium On Earth..................................................................................55 The Imprisoned Gods....................................................................................57 Eternal Return, Reincarnation.......................................................................58 Hordes of the Demiurge................................................................................61 On Gerda: Plasmic Metamorphosis...............................................................63 Defeat: Aesir and Vanir.................................................................................66 Defeat: Vanir and Aesir.................................................................................67 Racial Sin.......................................................................................................69 Lucifer: The Morning Star, Giants................................................................73 Emergence of the Self....................................................................................77 IntheLowerHeavens.......................................................................................87 Way of the Leftwards Swastika: Exodus.......................................................91 Five, Five, Five, The Hyperborean Number..................................................94 Adventure On Earth.....................................................................................104 Terrestrial Shaping......................................................................................106 Beyond the Green Thunderbolt...................................................................108 Invocation....................................................................................................109 Second Part: The Golden Fleece: The Legend of Jason...................................................113 Jason and Medea..........................................................................................117 Predestination and Will...............................................................................127 Triumph of the Will: Predestination and Karma.........................................132 In the Kingdom of the Guard.......................................................................133 Will and Freewill.........................................................................................133 Sacrifice.......................................................................................................134Fate.......................... ....................................................................................135Love.......................................................... ...................................................139Lingasarira: Astral Body............................................................................144 The Initiation of AMor................................................................................146 Son of Man.................................................................................................155 Boddhisattva................................................................................................156 Third Part: The Mystery of the Führer and the Reincarnation of the Avatar.................158 My Disenchantment with Carl Gustav Jung................................................167 The Golem...................................................................................................172 Who Were the Druids? And the Golem?.....................................................179 Year One Hundred of the Hitlerian Era.......................................................184 Mirror of Papan...........................................................................................191 For the Man to Come.................................................................................194 Manu............................................................................................................197Manutara.................. ....................................................................................198Mu............................................................. ...................................................200Saham! Hamsa!............................................................................................201 Epilogue: The Resurrection of Baldur in Aquarius.....................................205 Keys.............................................................................................................219The Hand That Opens..................................................................................221 Fingers.........................................................................................................222 Annex I: Masonry…....................................................................................266 Annex II: The Persecution and Expulsion of Jews is Millennial…............272 Annex III: Reproduction of Most Recent Recompilations of the Spanish Laws….........................................................................................................279 Annex IV: The Feast of Purim....................................................................285 Annex V: The Jews in the World of Colour…............................................290 Glossary of Terms.......................................................................................305 Bibliography Of Authors' Works.................................................................327 To the Hero, Adolf Hitler, who was able to resist the incarnations of the Führer and Avatar. On the one hundredth anniversary of his birth and forty fourth of the end of the Second World War, with the apparent defeat of 1945, initiating the revelation of Esoteric Hitlerism. WORDS CARVED IN STONE LOKI, an Aesir, has betrayed Baldur. Baldur is dead. Wotan, breaking silence, calls to Hermod, Messenger of the Gods, and tells him: “Hermod, rise up onto my horse Sleipnir and ride to the Kingdom of Muspelheim. There you will now find Baldur. Ask that he be returned to us.” And Hermod mounted the horse of Wotan and rode for nine nights just as when Wotan had to hang on the Iggdrasil Tree to recover the Runes. Hermod goes ever descending, the Messenger of the Gods, through dark paths to the subterranean Kingdom of Muspelheim, in the Hollow Earth. He arrived at the doors, where a shadow stood in his way. This is Modgund, the Guardian of the Threshold. “I am an Aesir,” said Hermod, “brother of Baldur, and I come to take him back to the surface of the earth, that we might rebuild beautiful Asgard.” Modgund allowed him to pass and bid him in the direction of the South Pole, having to cross over through the interior of the North Pole. Sleipnir went forward without difficulty. And so Hermod came to where Baldur was to be found, in a spacious room, seated on a high seat of honour. At his side was his wife Manna. Hermod said to him: “Baldur, hear me, the Aesir ask that you come back, that you return to rebuild Asgard.” But Baldur does not reply. We hear, however, a deep voice coming from an invisible space: “No, Baldur, do not return! You will remain here until every being mourns with tears of blood for having lost you.” Baldur made a sign to Hermod, the Messenger of the Gods, to come to him and, without speaking, gave him the Draupner Ring, symbol of Remembrance of Eternal Days. So Hermod, Messenger of the Gods, returned from his pilgrimage in search of Baldur down through the inner earth, and began to travel over the surface of the impoverished martyred land, exclaiming: “Weep, weep all for the absence of beautiful Baldur! Pray for his return among us…!” And the giants cried in the high mountains of the high valleys of the fatherland. As well as the invisible beings and the Vanir in the high heavens. Many of us are still weeping… But, in a gloomy cavern, a monster half-animal, half-man, sat amid his dry rocks. “I am Tock, the obscure,” he said, “and I am the Fenrir Wolf. Why should I weep? How has Baldur ever served me? He was the enemy of everything I represent…” He was Loki, the traitor, he of a thousand shapes disguised and hidden in the muddy waters of Samsara. Only when the beings who inhabit the contaminated surface of the earth have wept all their tears, at the end of the Twilight of the Gods, only then will it be possible for Baldur to return, riding the Horse Sleipnir, the eight-legged of Wotan. The Eight Divisions of the Time of the Aesir, the Eight Paths, at the end of Kaliyuga, the White Horse of Kalki, the Ultimate Avatar. In his right hand he will wield the Flaming Sword. And he will come to rescue the heroes remaining here fighting for the restoration of Asgard. He will come with his Wildes Heer, his Furious Horde, his Einherier, to defeat the traitors and Enemy, forever. And the Golden Age shall return The Reign of Saturn and Rhea And a lineage of gold The most precious To populate the world From Pole to Pole… Because I, Hermod, the Messenger of the Gods, have kept the Draupner Ring with its Remembrance of Eternal Days... “Only those who dream can endure the glory of that other world.” Novalis PROLOGUE This work appears after The Golden Band: Esoteric Hitlerism, Adolf Hitler: The Ultimate Avatar and after The Resurrection of the Hero, intending to complete the Cosmogony of Hitlerism, reaching its ultimate depths thus to be able to deliver the decisive weapons of combat to old comrades and to the youngest ones. I also believe that this work was first written and then made to disappear in the burning of the Library of Alexandria, in the underground vaults of the Vatican, in the Great Synagogue, or during the sinking of Atlantis. It was all written before, in the Eternal Return, while today I continue writing it, forever. The Mystery of the Führer is the incarnation of an Originary Valour, the Führer Prinzip, in an individuated specific individual. In this case, in Adolf Hitler, born one hundred years ago on a 20th of April (month of the star Venus) according to the Judeo-Christian calendar, in Braunau am Inn, Austria. Führer is an ancient Germanic expression, untranslatable, since Guide or Leader express no mystical sense. Only the Araucanian word Cinche comes close. One more reason to admire the nature of this strange people from the south of Chile. If what the Spanish Warrior-Poet Alonso de Ercilla, in his epic poem La Araucana, tells us about the election of the Araucanian chief Caupolicán is true, we would have to say the Principle of Cinche must have incarnated in the body of this Toki, in a moment of dire necessity of his people. The Principle of the Cinche, soul of his race, their wisdom, their highest qualities. And he would come and go, speaking through the Caupolicán until he died or the danger had passed. Not one day more nor less. Therefore the Cinche, or Führer, must leave power on a given date. In the case of Adolf Hitler, the Mystery of the Führer grew into an abyss with the simultaneous incarnation of the Avatar, confirming the planetary crisis through which the Universe was passing. The Führer Prinzip is a collective projection of the soul of the race, or the nation; it is not the 'Collective Unconscious' as Jung would mistakenly define it, but a 'Collective Superconscious' thus become intensely represented in a given individual, thus represented in human form in the eyes of the people, who see in Him their own image as in a mirror. We shall not psychologize the mysteries, as does Jewish psychoanalysis; we believe the opposite, that these phenomena do not originate from the bottom up, but backwards. We believe with the ancient wisdom that the soul of a people or race is a Spirit, an Entity, a God. Hence in the Führer he becomes superconscious beyond rational thought, a God, acting only darkly and collectively until that instant. The term Collective Unconscious becomes another step in the confusion of our time, in cowardice disguised as scientism. The Mystery of the Führer refers to this trance. The word Mystery is expressed in the sense of the ancient Greek and Egyptian initiations. The collective spirit of a God possesses a man by his Divine Mind. Only at moments. In addition to this (and therefore in the unfathomable depths of the Drama) there is the additional possession of an Avatar, the incarnation of an Avatar, who is more than a God, who is a Liberated One, a Resurrected Hero, a Boddhisattva, a Shakravarti, a Tulku, an Absolute-Man, self-conscious, who comes to awaken the imprisoned Heroes and help the comrades in battle. The abyssal Drama is seen only when we understand that what the Avatar claims to achieve through this same Hero-Man, in this case, Adolf Hitler, is opposed in his apparent representation to the aspiration of the Führer. This struggle to win the War for his people, for his race, whereas the Avatar only wins by losing. Here is the sacrifice, the agony of the Hero who is Adolf Hitler. In his soul, within He, develops a struggle as titanic as his external war. An identical War. And he was able to resist and fight them both, until the ultimate instant, without faltering. Because his Honour is called Loyalty. Only his comrade in torture, Rudolf Hess, accompanied him in the terrible solitude. I place at the feet of my Führer and Ultimate Avatar this work that is being revealed to me eternally, in the Eternal Return, marking the Hundred Years since the appearance of the Hero who would incarnate them, Adolf Hitler. I do so with humility before his greatness and pride in the glory that is to be at his side for all Eternity as his most loyal follower: A warrior of his Ultimate Battalion until the triumph in Magic Death and Resurrection… Heil Hitler! Sieg Heil! AR - BAR - IS. 20th of April in the Year One Hundred of the Hitlerian Era. INTRODUCTION “What I am is through you; but what you are is through me.” Adolf Hitler SAHAM! HAMSA! Oh warriors, oh heroes, reunited in the Rune Circle of the Futhark of Odin! The River of Doom descends with vertigo, fulfilling already the Cycle of Destiny. Thus I have been authorized to reveal the secret that I have jealously guarded through the years since my youth. Already fifty years after the massacre of the Chilean Nazi martyrs and one hundred since the birth of Adolf Hitler, our venerated Führer, incarnation of the Ultimate Avatar. In my other books I have told how I was grateful to Hitler and the Hitlerism that during the years of Great Conflagration made me part of the most ancient, sacred and powerful Warrior Order, ruling over both East and West. It is very possible that at some point the Thulegesellfschaft also made contact with this Order. Adolf Hitler, Rudolf Hess and Alfred Rosenberg belonged to the initiatic Thule Society. When in 1923 the Black Order of the S.S. was created the Thulegesellfschaft transferred most of its powers to it, in addition to its emblem of the Leftwards Swastika and the Dagger. Secret guides from an unknown center led the S.S. They had no uniforms and were not members of the National Socialist Party, something until now unknown by the exoteric militants and not even by the majority of the highest leadership of that organization. The Maestro of my Maestro came to Chile direct from Germany. And I believe more than some of his knowledge and practices may have come from the Thulesgesellfschaft, even though their Order was by far the more ancient and powerful, the more secret and unknown. He was an invincible Magus. All this is so ancient and legendary that today I can only tell the story with difficulty and making use of ancient words as well as if the story were legend with the lights and shadows escaping from reality, transcending space and time. I have been authorized to reveal this because the archetypal numbers have already been fulfilled: a half century, 50 years since the massacre of the heroes of Chilean Nazism, youth of my generation, and a century, 100 years, since the incarnation of the Avatar in the body of Adolf Hitler, the Führer. They are in total 555 (because one hundred has two fives). The Hyperborean Number. I began to participate in the most powerful Warrior Order at the beginning of the Great War. Thus I was so intensely immersed in the combat that today, after so many years have passed, I am still a survivor of that tremendous War covered with wounds that still bleed and that will now never scar over. I am also a Magus of the Warrior Order without time, with wisdom and power, keeper of a secret I am now going to reveal to you. I am the Warrior-Magus of Esoteric Hitlerism with the responsibility to share and the mission to spread his revelation at the risk of our lives and invoking Baldur and his Resurrection so that He might come to us as the Parakletos of Esoteric Hitlerism, the wisdom that makes possible, through us, the establishment of the thousands of years of the Hitlerian Era. Upon the completion of the One Hundred Years since the birth of Adolf Hitler, I have received the order to teach you the fundamental principles of Esoteric Hitlerism with his wisdom and knowledge not revealed to the world since the disappearance of Hyperborea around the North Pole and since the destruction of the Library of Alexandria. Today, like yesterday, all has been revealed to me by the Führer, the Ultimate Avatar, in the Eternal Return at the very doors of the Ragnarök in the Twilight of the Gods with the enormous fangs of the Fenrir Wolf already upon us, black like the night that draws near. ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ I have lived a glorious life, magic, led by chance hazards full of meaning ruled by the Norns and Doom. More glorious still were the lives of my Maestro and the Führer. There is nothing I have done that has not been predestined, nothing I have written or said that has not been transmitted from some place I do not know and can not and do not want to reach, lest I lose Kairos, and infallibility is not mine. Because the Gods love the secret and mystery. I am not the author of books, but of a Work that keeps growing and completing itself within this spacetime, within the stomach of the Aion Kronos-Saturn, always equal in the Rounds of Eternal Return, or with small variations that do not change, nevertheless, his meaning nor his doom. Yet there was a moment, in the legend of my life, that made me go beyond space-time, passing into another dimension, to be directly taught by the Avatar on the origin of our Combat and its end, knowing this latter was lost with the sinking of Hyperborea, and recovered by Wotan on the Iggdrasil Tree and again found in Alexandria, together with some book I myself would have written, in that Round. We must therefore take care that something similar does not happen now. Read this book and memorize it… As we know, I had begun to rewrite the book before the 20th of April of the Year 99 of our Hitlerian Era, and it was stolen on the 21st of that same month, right on the day when the anniversary of the creation of the enemy state of Israel is celebrated. With great effort, I have rewritten the book. But this one is a different book than the one they stole from me. That was written in the form of dialogues, like a work by Plato. It may also be I was made to go out from the eternal and archetypal model, with Destiny having to make corrections by means of extreme methods and making use of the Enemy… Destiny of Eternal Return! Where would I have gone with those dialogues? It is impossible for me to foresee the outcome. ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ I have recounted in my books The Golden Band: Esoteric Hitlerism and Adolf Hitler: The Ultimate Avatar that when the Second World War ended in 1945, having only lost a battle since the Great War shall never end, my Maestro called us together in the Circle and told us: “Hitler has not died in Berlin. The body of an Avatar does not die. He remains safe for a time beneath the earth, in an inner earth. His War does not cease and at the end he will win. Now he is in Antarctica with his most faithful followers and his secret weapons. In an impenetrable cave beneath the ice with his Ultimate Battalion together with his Furious Horde of Odin and the Einherier, 'those who can not die.' He looked at us intensely and right away commanded me: 'Look for him! You will fight together with Him in his Ultimate Battalion. You will be my delegate before the Avatar. You have a great mission to fulfill.' And I went in search of him… I knew he would have gone into the Hollow Earth through the oases of warm waters of Antarctica where the Hitlerists would have built an impregnable fortress, a terrestrial paradise for the Führer, as Dönitz, the Admiral of the German Submarine Fleet, would reveal in 1943. He knew that in the end he would also have to reach Venus. And I left for Antarctica on the Second Chilean Naval Expedition in 1947 of the Judeo-Christian Era. In my books Neither By Sea Nor By Land (title inspired by a verse of Pindaros: neither by sea nor by land shall you find the way to the Hyperboreans) and in Invitation to the Icefields I have told the adventures of this evocative search. All this that I have relived is certain, though difficult to believe and accept for those of this impoverished and gray present world. Yes! Glorious life this of mine, like those of Rudolf Hess, like those of the heroes of the Führer, like those of the demigods of yesteryear and the Golden Legend, the labours of Ulysses, the adventures of the Argonauts, that of Jason… Because, in 1947, I went in search of Hitler in Antarctica… This has been known and at times commented on by the dim men who smiled moving their heads, with a gesture of superiority, so usual with materialists who only seek the power of money and only believe in technology and the science of their cerebral cortexes. They don't know that Stalin himself revealed that Hitler had not died in Berlin and, until the end of his days, was obsessed with the titanic struggle of the Führer against the Jewish International. Stalin was therefore erased from the Book of Life and history because the Jews devour their own offspring, like Saturn-Satan. ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ I have said that I went to Antarctica in search of Hitler. But what I have never said, until now, is that I found him there… I am going to reveal the keys that I myself placed in my previous books. I put them there to confuse certain alert minds of those times. In the first edition of Neither By Sea Nor By Land, from 1950, on page 88 (the number 8 corresponds with h in the alphabet and with the name Hitler, 88 being our universal code for Heil Hitler, a chance filled with meaning'; on that page I wrote: Another reason that I will not mention here prevented me from deciding on my trip to Antarctica until the end of 1947 and then search for every means within my reach to achieve it. And on page 105 (5 is the Hyperborean number): Only late in the day did I open my eyes trying to gaze through the shadows of the little ship's cabin (of the Frigate Covadonga) and, beyond the iron girders, through the blue burlap curtains that moved in the doorway, there took place something exceedingly strange. Someone came by my door and stood there. I saw his adored heroic face, his steady eyes, still retaining the traces of the supreme drama and war. He seemed to say to me: “Soul, I know you have come to find me, follow me, do not abandon me! There, there I await you!” I swear this is certain, that this happened exactly as I relate it… In the editions of Neither By Sea Nor By Land, published years later, those paragraphs did not appear, because I had taken them out myself. The claws of the Enemy were penetrating too deep into the suffering body of humanity, too sensitized. The secret had to be hidden for a longer time, since the hour for revealing it had still not arrived. Because he who then came by my door was Adolf Hitler. He did so with his body rendered keener, in a purer state, but visible to me, as once happened with the esoteric Kristic Legend told about Kristos and the disciples of Emmaus… Noli me tangere! When I was in India the Editorial Nascimiento, so important in the literary history of Chile, published my work Invitation to the Icefields. On page 28 of that first edition I described an unforgettable experience, taking place while I sailed on the frigate Covadonga, in my country's Navy, going in the direction of Antarctica. We were crossing the Moraleda Canal and then an arm was extended, pointing out the distant land: …Melimoyu! 'I shuddered. There on the horizon covered with white and rosy snow nimbused with tremorous light the outlined peak of a graceful mountain and on its summit appeared two crab pincers' (today we would say the horns of a Viking helmet and something more as well) 'as if claiming to imprison the sky.' From summit to summit, I thought, wisdom could be transferred from Kailas to Melimoyu… I wrote this more than forty years ago in 1947 navigating through Patagonian canals on my pilgrimage to Antarctica. And when I arrived in India in 1953 my first statement as diplomatic representative of my country was: I come to establish relations from Melimoyu to Kailas. My words were published in The Hindustani Times of New Delhi whose director was Devadas Gandhi, son of the Mahatma and who was my friend until his death. Mount Kailas is the most sacred of the Himalayan peaks, home of Shiva and Parvati for the Hindus and of Buddha for the Tibetans. I did everything possible to reach this mountain, but that was not possible for me because the Chinese invaded Tibet. I tried to fulfill the mission my Maestro and the Order had given me, my diplomatic representation in India having been only a pretext and cover to be able to achieve my quest. In the same way I was my country's representative in Austria in order to investigate the Convent of Lambach there, where Hitler was as a boy, and to search for the Gral of the S.S. in the mountains of Sillertal. I told my experience in India, also in a veiled way, in The Serpent of Paradise. Then the Chinese Ambassador gave me an invitation to his country, but when I presented my request to reach Tibet and Kailas, everything fell into suspense, until today. On seeing Melimoyu for the first time I trembled. I still have the photograph I took of its summit on the cover of our expedition report. Something broke within me, a hope centered on the nearness of the South Pole. Why, I asked myself, am I going there when what I am looking for is here, within this sublime peak on the horizon? There are the entrances. From the center of the two horns or pincers rose a vertiginous light, a disk that rotated and was lost in the sky beyond the horizon. Never before had I seen anything like this. In those days we did not speak about flying saucers among ourselves, nor of those strange happenings. I had to make a great effort to keep maintaining myself in the dream and raise my imagination above the crude reality of that navigation through the inhospitable world and desert of ice that surrounded us. I tried not to see the reality, not to feel it in its external representation, to try to re-clothe reality with my dreams, with my chimeras and mental creations transmuting reality with the magic idealism of a Novalis. And of a Führer. More than forty years have passed and I am here still with white skin, like Antarctica, the Himalayas, the Pyrenees, the Andes, and the same as before wanting to find myself at the foot of Melimoyu, the Sacred Mountain of the far south of the world, attempting to raise the Magic Temple of the Order, to discover the entrances to the inner world, to the Hollow Earth, ritualizing Esoteric Hitlerism there. And reaching towards where Adolf Hitler still lives, as Baldur, as Barbarossa, awaiting Resurrection. In my country and the world people know about my great struggle to live in those regions and how the Enemy has tried to prevent me from doing so. What of this precarious sacred area of the planet is saved or lost forever must depend on my efforts, or my success, because Mount Melimoyu is a geomantic center of the world able to capture with her two extended antennas the magnetic currents of the Ante-Cosmos. What we have called Gral, Electric Stone, of Wolfram von Eschenbach, lapsit electris. On us, the Esoteric Hitlerists, must depend whether the Ley Lines, the veins of the psychic earth, her nadis that go out from Mount Melimoyu like from a principal chakra of the planet, can be reactivated and her currents directed in the exact direction so that this world may be redeemed and saved; this is a Window Region. Only we know the acupuncture of the earth and stones, that ancient science of dolmens and menhirs. And Mount Melimoyu is the Muladhara chakra, or the Swadisthana chakra of planet earth where the coiled Kundalini Serpent sleeps, that Odinic Force, or that Thunderbolt of the Druids, Drwyg Lönög, the Sieg Rune of Victory: Σ. The Sleeping Beauty of the South Pole. ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ We continue, oh heroes!, navigating through the pages of this book, because the pages of books are sometimes sweet to navigate, as Jason would say, my comrade of youth. And I shall fulfill the promise to continue revealing the keys. In Invitation to the Icefields on the same page 28, a little further on, after having contemplated Melimoyu for the first time I wrote: Anchors away. Let fall the crimson veils of the ultimate twilight. In this amphitheater of mountains the threads of night are woven. Everything is red. Only the water preserves her transparency of glass, or mirror. I am alone on deck, I lean over the rope of the rail and I see. Then I seem to distinguish a strange movement in the water, that fans out, begins to rise and a body seems to be at the point of emerging to the surface; it spins somewhat and moves, leaving a line in the water behind itself. Am I sure of what I am seeing? Couldn't it be an illusion of this light and shadow? Now going further away. Then, I cry: 'Wait! I am here!' 'I feel that some eyes are watching me. I am not alone on deck.' Later I say nothing about what I have seen… This was scarcely even a submarine. Rather a strange ship like those disks over the Mountain, on Melimoyu, only now beneath the water… The legend of the Caleuche, the Ghost Ship of the Southern Hemisphere (in the Northern Hemisphere she has been called Wafeln) the ship that navigates beneath water with all lights blazing. This was what I saw, in those seas of the south of the world and also going out from Melimoyu. In both cases they came from the Hollow Earth, within. Caleuche is a Quechua word (kechwa) put together from the Araucanian language. Che means man and caleu means come back, return. Thus Caleu-che is the man who returns: THE MAN TO COME, who SHALL RETURN. After the Ultimate Avatar. Later I saw no one but felt that someone had pointed me towards the Pole, urging me to continue. And I went to Antarctica. And I did meet the Führer, Adolf Hitler. THE DOG ON THE FROZEN STEPPES As I have already said, the earthly life within space-time is marked for some by the chances filled with meaning, as Nietzsche would call them, those acausal and synchronic phenomena. The Air Force Commander with whom I sailed to Antarctica was a fighter pilot named González Rojas on board the hydroplane Sikorsky. I tried insistently to persuade him to fly us together towards the Antarctic plains of Queens Maud Land, along the Weddell Sea next to the Atlantic Ocean where the German expedition of Captain Ritscher had discovered in 1936 the mysterious oases of temperate waters among the glaciers flying over high mountains. The Germans also discovered a network of pre-historic tunnels beneath the ice. At the time I thought the words of Admiral Dönitz about the discovery of an impregnable terrestrial paradise for the Führer must have referred to those oases. Today I think something else. I could not convince the pilot, but I did manage to be included by Army Major Eduardo Saavedra Rojas in his expedition as the only civilian to cross the mountains of the Palmer Peninsula, today re-baptised O'Higgins by the Chileans, to descend to the other side in Queen Mauds' Land and the Weddell Sea, near in places as I imagined to the mysterious Hitlerist expedition of Captain Ritscher. We were not the only ones to fail. So did someone else, even with means infinitely superior to ours in those times. In 1946 the North American Admiral Richard Byrd mobilized a powerful fleet of warships and warplanes in order to penetrate into that secret and unknown area. Something very strange happened to him because he lost his planes and men and had to return, declaring later that the enemy has come between the Pole and us. These and other of his expressions on the earth beyond the Pole may have cost him his life, for very soon after he disappeared very soon from this life. When I refer to chances filled with meaning the reason is that no rational prediction could make me think, for example, that one day, after forty years, I would go flying above the same regions of this south, always by Melimoyu, trying to penetrate their untrodden paths, their hidden away territories, in a bi-motor plane piloted exactly by the son of that Commander Rojas of Antarctica. And that I would make an emergency landing on an unauthorized track of a little village named Guadal, by Lake General Carrera. We went up from the track after landing and the plane had dipped down. I was still on the same long awaited search! What a mysterious relationship with those men, those spirits of the air, beyond time, as if time were erased, or had been stopped, without feeling the passage of forty years, in a type of immobile present? In the years following the Great War, on my expedition to Antarctica, I could not convince Commander González to fly to the warm-water oases; yet he made possible that I would find what I was searching for among the icefields. In my book on that expedition I told the story in veiled form. My conversation with Navy Lieutenant Kopaitic, to whom I give the assumed name Pilniak, and remained for an entire year with the first Chilean Naval Base in Antarctica, was elusive. Then I told how Commander Rojas one day left this Base, armed with a compass and let off a shot into this pure transparent air. Perhaps a fine crystal was drawn through the subtle invisible atmosphere, causing a dog, taken off the frigate, to escape howling and was lost in the distance, next to the glaciers. At best the gunshot burst his eardrum, or rather, the dog saw something appear from beyond the broken glass. This dog had been elected with others in Punta Arenas, believing them to be able to pull sleds in Antarctica. I became the dog's friend since he reminded me of a dog I had in my early childhood, in the field of my parents among the suburbs of Los Andes. Therefore I undertook a solitary expedition to search for him, trying to save him from the voracious skúas, gulls already flying over his golden coat, over his Golden Fleece. ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ I left at dawn the following day, without telling anyone and went out on skis covered with sealskin, in order not to slip down into the plains of ice. I went in the direction of the mountains on the horizon. One day earlier I had already had my first mystic experience in Antarctica, next to the glacier, when her plumes of snow began to I lost consciousness, although in some way not the memory of what happened there. Not everything. A ray of light breaking apart, like the Sieg Rune (this I understand, to surround me, sighing, telling me in her diminutive language: “Fear and beauty are interlocked.” I did not know if this wall would move, but I knew someone close was coming near to me, always closer. Then I heard a little noise, like sighs and clicks, and the steep battlements began to let fall some light little plumes, floating and white, that crossing the light shown fantastically iridescent, taking strange forms. They fell over me and covered by their millions the small Antarctic beach. Covered with these millions of little souls of ice, penetrated through and through with the cold of that strange light, I cried with emotion. And in the middle of my cries I heard a suave music hidden among sighs, with the clicks of the crossing and the flight of those crystals, vapor of solidified water in the dried and cold air… From above, the glacier greeted me. Those spirits, those fabulous creatures, revealing their music to me, their minimal life. Perhaps the collapse of an iceberg, the ice floe released from the block of ice produced in the end the cycle of this brief symphony; only then the thunder of the glacier closed with her tuning fork… How many times I would search to hear that divine music! I remained blinded for a long time, unable to see this reality. Because something more appeared to me in the glacier. A brilliant light, seen before, and a hoarse voice, unmistakable, that did not speak to me in any language and seemed to be beyond this music of ice. And it was as if Wotan had spoken, a God far more ancient, a God of Ice and Lightning. Thus, on another day, in search of the dog through the frozen steppe, I did not imagine everything would return to repeat, however much I might desire it. My walk did not last long enough to worry the leaders of the expedition, or so I believe. Yet for me years passed. Spacetime is relative, or subjective, in this way. I have never revealed what followed until now: From the peak of the white mountain on the horizon the light itself fragmented, iridescent, beginning to make its sparks burst once more, its multicolored feathers until they transformed into the fan of the tail of a royal peacock, or the dance of the bird of paradise, or the feathers of the Quetzal. And a sound continued, sustained with inaudible music only caught by the mind, “I was there.” Then the voice unmistakably: “Your dog has already arrived and is together with mine…” A now violent light, a luminous revolving disk went in my direction, stopping a short distance away, much like a skúa gull might. I think I lost consciousness, although in some way not the memory of what happened there. Not everything. A ray of light breaking apart like the Sieg Rune (this I understand or remember today,) sucked me up. And I found myself transported to a subterranean world I know not how far beneath Antarctica, or another place, perhaps Melimoyu (so I also think now), beneath a Sacred Mountain. But this was not a world different from this one, except in reverse, left become right, and the people I was next to had sockets instead of eyes, or shades covering them. Though the main character, standing and then seated in the center, had square pupils. “I am the one who announced the Caleuche.” He told me, to the “MAN TO COME. Sit down, my Chasqui! [Chasqui, the Inca mailman.] Sit down, Huanacu! Relax, since you still have much distance to cover… I remain here now, eternally alive, because an Avatar does not die, can not die, lives eternally in his own body, resurrected on the ninth day, like Wotan, or the same day… I did not die in the Bunker, your Maestro knew this, first I went to Antarctica, then to the Inner Earth, soon to Venus, the Morning Star; I crossed through the whirlwind, through the vacuum of the Black Sun and reintegrated myself in Hyperborea, in Asgard, the non-existence of the Green Thunderbolt, to return here once more, nearer to you, able to help those who keep fighting in my name during the Darkest Age of this tortured and deformed Universe, this similitude of another reality…” I do not know how long this lasted. I know the discussion was lengthy, intense, terrible, and that I could not remember or repeat it entirely, though this talk, or only a part of it, is reproduced as this book that I here give to you, oh heroes! I know it was taught in an indelible way, so that I can forget nothing, not a detail, though I have apparently forgotten everything. So many years have passed and this emerges to the surface again only now, such that I do not know if this was told in this actual lifetime, or in I know not which Round of Eternal Return. How to explain it? But He also told me: “It is impossible to explain everything. If everything is explained, everything ceases to be…” Extraordinary! Since I remember nothing with the conscious rational mind, but with my blood, with the Blood Memory, with my cells and my genes, with what could be called memory unremembered and thought unthought. There an impression was made on me so that not even I myself know and only remember it when going out from myself and expressing myself elsewhere. But I can state that this was so, since my youth, perhaps since infancy, I repeat this same history, identical legends, but only there, in that Antarctic experience (happening eternally), was when the experience was confirmed. And he was the Avatar and Führer himself, present there, who taught me (also eternally) about Hyperborean Knowledge, lost in a great catastrophe, and about his own Mystery. Mystery of the Führer and Avatar! And this is what I tell here, in this book, deepening what has already been expressed in The Golden Band, Esoteric Hitlerism, Adolf Hitler: The Ultimate Avatar, Resurrection of the Hero, ELELLA: Book of Magic Love. And this book will be the ultimate one, because always the ultimate, and always the same book, the same legend that completes and repeats itself. So, someone speaks through me. I must die so that HE may live. And it has also been necessary that he die so that I may live… How long was I there? Earthly years? When I returned no one noticed my absence. I myself had almost forgotten everything. But there was a security in me and a sad happiness in my depths that they would now never abandon me. In spite of everything, I almost mechanically kept searching the warm water oases on the other side of the Palmer Peninsula and took part in that hallucinating expedition I tell about in Invitation to the Icefields, next to Major Saavedra, who I would call Salvatierra, World Savior. That memory of the blood, together with the howl of the emblematic dog, within my soul, my unconsciousness, prevented my adventure from ending with a physical destruction in the abyss of that night on the icefields, in the ghostly mist, set in motion towards a fathomless crevasse. WINDOW OF OZONE The entrances to the hollow inner earth are found at the poles, especially the South Pole. I have already explained this in The Golden Band. We must pay attention to what is happening today with the Antarctic Pole beneath the covering of the window of ozone. A carefully selected group of scientists from various countries settled down in 1987 in the city of Punta Arenas making aerial explorations from great heights over the Pole to study, as one says, the mysterious ozone window. As their conclusion they say what is responsible for this danger were soap detergents and spray. Press agents who covered the information have said privately that nothing certain could be obtained about what they had investigated, suspecting in fact something else was involved. The Chilean Air Force has also undertaken secret explorations of the Pole over which total press silence is maintained, although not for the North Americans and Israelis who have been invited to visit our advance bases and surely share in the conclusions reached. Genuine concern centers, today as yesterday, around the Polar opening that allows entrance into the Hollow Earth and that has its double at great atmospheric altitudes in that window of ozone, indicative simultaneous' synchronistic way during certain periods, signaling the passage of those who go away into another dimension, in Disks of Light, the vehicles of the inner earth that go towards the black holes of galaxies. From great heights, and very rarely, photographs have been made of the Antarctic Polar opening. This window region, this terrestrial cavity, indicative of nuclearized activity . The world super-powers, only seemingly opposed, know with certainty that their Enemy has not been defeated and is located between them and the Pole, as Admiral Byrd said. They have been forced to change their strategy that originally contemplated declaring the Third World War as a ritual sacrifice offered to the Great Demiurge before the imposition of Messianic times. Capitalists and communists, controlled by the same hand, were forced to soften their apparent opposition by the necessity of again confronting their common Enemy, years more advanced than they by having recovered their new-ancient Science. Knowing this since my long-ago journey to Antarctica, I wanted to go again to the Inner Earth, this time with a personal purpose. I knew Hanna Reitsch in India. We spoke for a long time in my house in New Delhi. Many years had passed since then, meeting her in Switzerland during the summer season, in the old Camuzzi house, in Ticino, where I came to know her, a little again, shortly before her death. She was in Frankfurt, at Zeppellin alle 71 where she was living. And once again we were alone together. Hanna Reitsch was an air pilot with an extraordinary record and one of the last people to see Adolf Hitler in the ‘Berlin Bunker’ after completing a dangerous flight together with the last Commander-in-Chief of the Reich Air Force, Ritter von Greim. Hanna belonged to a Catholic Austrian family and in India she told me a priest of this religion was comforting her during her imprisonment at the end of the war. She came to return to the faith of her fathers. She asked me to keep the secret of her reconversion, "so as not to disillusion her National Socialist comrades," in her exact words. My secret intentions for visiting her that time in Frankfurt were to propose to her another Polar flight, going down into the Hollow Earth. I was sure that between us we could make the journey. Wanting to prepare the environment, and to be sure the event would be a total surprise, I first spoke to her about flying saucers. She replied that Werner von Braun believed in their existence, although he thought they came away from great cosmic distances, other galaxies. She knew herself that von Braun had fallen ill with cancer. He would die shortly afterward. My plans did not go well, discovering that Hanna Reitsch had suffered brain washing through her Judeo-Christian religion and only lived to accompany the Catholic priest who had comforted her and was also dying of cancer in a hospital near Frankfurt. To discuss those plans with her now would have been like a heresy. She had become convinced that Hitler spent the last days of his life under the effects of drugs in a deplorable physical and mental state. She forgot that she had seen him in those ultimate days, precisely then, finding him very lucid, as she had related to me in New Delhi. She told me that Hitler, placing his hand on her shoulder, had said to her: “Hanna, you make me proud of the German woman. In the midst of so many betrayals you have remained faithful…” Disgracefully she was not so to the end, being unable to resist the subtle process of Judeo-Catholic denazification. For certain, I would not have been able to enter with her into the Refuge of the Inner World, to the Headquarter Barracks of our Führer, to his Walhalla, his Asgard in the Hyperborea of the South Pole. THE ATOMIC BOMB DOES NOT EXIST It was a night in the month of October of the Year 94 of the Hitlerian Era, 1983 in the Judeo-Christian era. I was seated in a room of the house of a scientist of Federal Germany. There I met his spouse as well along with several of his friends. It is hard for me to believe the revelations I came to hear. These people are atomic scientists and their research are carried on in the most advanced center of this country, perhaps the most specialized in the present world. They told me the atomic bomb does not exist. “And Nagasaki, or Hiroshima?” I asked them. “Those, they were Hitler's bombs,” they replied, “those the Führer did not want to use against, England, Russia and the United States. He had five bombs ready for that…” I remember Otto Skorzeny in his posthumous book The Unknown War also stated that Hitler told him personally he would never use the atomic bomb, because that would end life on the planet: “If I use it, then the others will also use it against us, since the knowledge of atomic fission will not belong to Germany alone. And in the end only some Amazonian tribes will save themselves.” The true discoverers of atomic disintegration were the professors Werner Heisenberg and Otto Hahn. With Heisenberg worked Carl Friedrich von Weizäcler amd Frisch, both gone over to the enemy side, with their previous knowledge. Frisch's aunt, Ilse Meitner, who worked with Professor Hahn, remained a refugee in Stockholm through the entire war. I insisted: “And the French atomic blasts on Bikini atoll, in the Pacific?” “They're explosions in situ, underground,” they answered. “Only the Hitlerists were capable of inventing and manufacturing a bomb transportable through the air, that can then be detonated. Hitler did not want to use it against his enemies. Those bombs fell into the hands of the Americans. One of them was tested in the Nevada desert; another over Nagasaki and a third over Hiroshima. Two more were still usable and were saved for use against Germany, in case she did not kneel before the dictates of her conquerors. Germany, divided in two, still did not have a peace treaty and remained an occupied territory, obedient and servile. She still had to acknowledge the holocaust of the six million Jews by Nazi Germany and pay indemnification until the year 2000, and beyond, knowing all this was a fraud and extortion. Germany feared the holocaust would be realized in her…” [This conversation took place in 1983.] The revelation I then heard is so incredible that I had to force myself to accept I was meeting with scientists of the first rank, and above all with Germans, who do not know how to lie and, therefore, must be taken seriously. I investigated the difference between a test in situ and an explosion produced in the air. Various technical explanations were given that can be summarized as the difference between explosion and implosion. Which is to say, to make an atomic bomb like that of Hiroshima enriched uranium is required, provided only that the very high temperatures and pressure is reached. To enrich uranium temperatures are required such as only mastery of the Science of Implosion makes them possible. And the Hitlerian scientists would recover this Old Science, something almost magical, or simply magical. In reverse to centrifugal explosion, implosion is centripetal. It is like a maelstrom, sucked in; this is the Black Sun, the Black Hole, Leftwards Swastika. And its power is such that it neutralizes gravity, making possible the flying saucer, or U.F.O., also rediscovered by the Hitlerian Germans at the end of the Second World War. The Vimana of the Mahabaratha War. Able to neutralize gravity, overcoming entropy and opening a mysterious Window into immortality, given that the loss of energy, age and death are effects of gravity, the tiredness of nature and matter. I persisted with my argument: “I have been the Ambassador of my country to the International Atomic Energy Commission, with headquarters in Vienna, and I acquired enriched uranium for the Chilean Experimental Center.” “And you, have you seen this uranium?” “No… In fact, I have not seen it. Tell me, do all your colleagues in the Research Center think like you do? They all believe the atomic bomb does not exist?” “Only about fifty percent, one half.” The other questions I could have asked at this meeting in the Year 95 of the Hitlerian Era, in a city in Northern Germany, I did not ask, because I could provide the answers for myself. The reason to make people believe they have the weapon able to destroy the planet is not difficult to find. First, the world has been falsely divided into two halves that seem to be enemies, the Bolshevik Russians and everyone else, both possessing doomsday weapons. Humanity believes it without knowing that the same hidden hand controls both sides. To prevent the catastrophe people are prone to accept everything, giving way before the pressures until they end up in slavery. In this way globalism and internationalism have been imposed, with planetary control of finance, money, the fees of usurious banks, transnationals, paper money, plastic money and, soon, electronic money, electronic slavery and all the horror that remains to be researched. The Messiah of Zion, enthroned over the world thanks to the Jewish organic lie, the farse of a holocaust of millions of Jews gassed by Nazis, the deicide of the ‘Chosen People,' and now the sword of Damocles of a non-existent atomic bomb, hanging over the heads of a hypnotized humanity, stupefied and terrorized, disposed to believe and accept everything. In truth, before this diabolical conspiracy, the fraud of six million gassed seems to lose some of its Satanism. A Third World War, like the one put forth by The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, may now become unnecessary as a means of final control over the planet by Zionism, even when local wars and slaughters, like those in Iraq and Iran, the ones in Afghanistan, the guerrilla wars and terrorism on a grand scale, are not enough as blood ritual sacrifices dedicated to Jehovah. The German 'delegates-administrators,' Social Democrats, Christian Democrats and Freemasons, collaborators of forced race-mixing and the occupation of their territory by untermensch, by coloured races, 'slaves of Atlantis'; Negroes, Turks and Asiatics, is making unnecessary their physical destruction by the real ultimate atomic bomb still kept by their enemies. Before the idiotization, cowardice, degeneration and servility of the actual Germany, this bomb would be a useless gesture. Even though the weapon that Hitler did not want to use against his enemies could be symbolic when used against this abject people that is no longer Hitler's people because they have forgotten their honour is named loyalty. The drama and ritual assassination of Rudolf Hess proves the inconceivable cowardice of this people, who have allowed such a thing, and who were once heroic. A Superior Spirit has abandoned them forever. Things in this world have come to such a point that we could see the announcement of an agreement between the two superpowers, those two artificial and deceiving halves that divide the world, to suppress a non-existent atomic arsenal. Humanity has already been enslaved and the earth is under the iron control of a single criminal hand. 'CITIES AND YEARS' We are in the Year 99 of the Hitlerian Era, 1988 of the Judeo-Christian era. It is August, a few days before completing a full year since the ritual crime of the Hero Rudolf Hess, in the sinister prison of Spandau, in Berlin. I remember the year 1951, on my first journey to Europe, when I found myself standing before those gray walls of Spandau, without being able to enter, imagining Rudolf Hess on the other side, alone in his cell, perhaps concentrating, projecting himself far away so he could in that way meet, mentally, with his Führer, who would also see him, because He could also see the astral. The immense sacrifice of Rudolf Hess was, without doubt, necessary, because he was the propitiatory Victim to the Resurrection of the Myth. And Rudolf Hess will return with irresistible force in the memory of heroes, because the colour of blood is not forgotten, so red, so intensely red, as Jason would say, my friend of youth. And because his ritual sacrifice has not benefited his executioners, nor the Vampire Jehovah, instead furthering his defeat, from regions of subtilized matter, the inevitable final defeat, caused by spiritual law, put in action by infamy, morbidity and the most cruel sadism. Of this I have faith, I can assure you. Every 17th of August we shall recall the assassination of the immortal hero, Rudolf Hess. Three days before this date I met together with an S.S., an old combatant, almost invalid because of his wounds. And here again the atomic bomb was spoken about. He told me he was commissioned at the end of the war to transport the atomic bombs manufactured by the scientists of the Third Reich and which Hitler did not want to use. He revealed details that showed me his story was true, corresponding with authentic fact. Here we have another chance event filled with meaning, another synchronistic phenomena, acausal. Better said: Another time the Führer guided my steps to be able to complete my knowledge with new information that confirms what I have said previously. And I can leave a record of these events for coming centuries, if there should still be more centuries to come. For the Heroes who will continue our Combat. The S.S. official told me the adventures of the transport of twelve atomic bombs, each bomb divided into two crates, to be reassembled shortly before their use. Eight bombs were lost in the North Sea and only four remained usable, he said. He only mentioned four. They were made of a cylinder with two loads of enriched uranium at their tips, with live detonators. When detonated, the uranium in the interior of the cylinder would reach a pressure of thirty thousand kilos per square centimeter which would detonate the atomic reaction. Each cylinder carried a quarter liter of uranium. The weight of each case was five kilos, more or less. Twenty-four cases, in total. Hitler did not use the four bombs that survived. They fell into the hands of the Americans, only hours before the arrival of the Russians, the S.S. official said. Moreover, I know this was agreed to by the masters who controlled both powers so they could be used against the Japanese, without real military need since the Emperor of Japan had already sued for peace. The bomb was tested in the Nevada desert and, later, in Nagasaki and Hiroshima. The first did not have a fission partner, f

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