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Mother
 
Mother, dear mother, dream of happiness!
—Look! I kneel before you in the evening hours,
Kiss the deep wounds of your heart.
Dream of happiness mother, dream of happiness!
Your ruler has always measured me in moderation,
Your ears have always listened to my words.
When I was wild—you have excused me,
When I was bad—you have forgotten it.
Mother, dear mother, dream of happiness!
—lay your head in my strong arms,
Let my songs be a colored bridge leading you
Far away from all sorrows and harm!
Light hearted pennants decorate my boat,—
As it travels back to Avalon, the land of the fairies!
Mother, do you see me standing there as the pilot?
Will you come with? —and —will you laugh,
Dear mother?
Water lilies!—see how I pluck them!
The waves splash!—the wind is in the sail!
White birds of summer soar in the distance!
—Ah, you can dream there mother,
Dream of happiness!

-Hanns Heinz Ewers
translated by Joe Bandel

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Chrysanthemums

Kätie read my songs
And wants me to write
About chrysanthemums,
Chrysanthemums —
The flowers that Kätie loves.
So I sit down at my desk,
I put my head in my hands
And I search, search
For the soul of this flower—
And I think:
Yes, — — I know of two images
That can assist me on the trail —
The first: The fine touch of the Frenchman,
Pierre Loti. He sensed it and described it
In “Madame Chrysanthème”
In the foggy tones of “The Boys of Glasgow”,
He borrowed the image from Whister,
Taking it as his own vision. —
Yet this flower speaks differently to me,
No, I can not find its faint sound
Or its essence —
Let me search further —
And the other image?
In the house of my mother
Hangs in the hall
An engraved face
Of the Madonna
Engraved out of
Splendid white crystal
And framed with ebony.
The Sixtina — and on both sides
Are found two little shelves
That hold large gray vases.
In the vases mother
Always placed chrysanthemums,
Always chrysanthemums.
Why only chrysanthemums?
Yes, mallow should have been placed there
Red, white and violet mallow!
I search for the soul of this flower
Why can’t I find a trace anywhere?
I must ask Kätie!
“Kätie! Kätie!”
Kätie comes and rocks in the chair!
“Oh you big fool! — you brood, brood,
Meditate, think — and have nothing
To say about my favorite flower?
Then listen:
The coquette shepherd girl
Of Trianon at a feast
Wove colored chrysanthemums
On her shepherd’s staff —
At the ball Kätie laughed and danced
And on her white shoulders laughed
Colored chrysanthemums
Fluttering like leaves, like the colored
Shepherd’s garland playing in the wind.
Forgetting all her troubles and worries
And for a few short hours
Giving herself up to love’s sweet caresses,
Filling her poor senses!
You see — that — is all it is!”
And I knelt,
“Kätie, let me kiss you shoulders,
Kiss the flowers on your shoulders,
Your bright chrysanthemums — Katharina!”

-Hanns Heinz Ewers
translation by Joe Bandel

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Confession

I want to fathom all desires,
As deeply as my thirst is able;
I want to create from them
An entire world, and die in them.
I want it with all the rage of the Creator,
That longs and burns within us;
I don’t want to subdue my passion’s
Hot, hungry element.
Do I become powerful through pious lips;
Baptized through tame kisses?
I was conceived in a wild night,
And a great frenzy of passion!
And now I want to live the same
As the desires that created me.
Walk only through the heaven
That surrounds me. Their
Devotee by occupation.

-Richard Dehmal
translation by Joe Bandel

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Love

So you want to find love?
Then search for it in May,
They sit there in the flowering trees,
The wonderfully sweet fairies.
Their soft green hair
Flutters all around,
Out of every blossom smiles
Their two teasing eyes.

I shall give you some good advice,
Stay far away from her.
She is much too fond of
Flirting and cheating.
She will room with you for a little bit,
And then leave you alone.
She will give you bliss for a short while,
And then long and fearful pain.

Mia Holm 1900
translation by Joe Bandel

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The Organic Gnosticism of Pre-war Germany

This is an attempt to explain the persistent rumors of the so called dark current and evil occultism of pre-war Germany that persists despite little evidence of occultism. It is rather a Black Energy or Dark Current that is sensed, feared and confused in the mind of the public with Satanism and evil.

I became interested in this question through my translation work of Hanns Heinz Ewers and Stanislaw Przybyszewski, both reputed Satanists. What I have discovered sheds a spotlight on both German Occultism, Modern Satanism and Organic Gnosticism and raises even more questions that need to be asked.

This account holds both the ridiculous and the horrible and is a tale of humanity. I ask the reader to keep an open mind as I delve into previously unexplained details of occultism and metaphysical realities and try to explain how Organic Gnosticism was originally a form of Tantra, the Path of Woman and the path of Divine Counterparts.

The first thing to be confronted is the reality of non-physical worlds that are just as real and substantial as so called physical reality. This includes the reality of the soul and the astral planes. If you can’t believe in the soul and the unseen worlds you can’t believe in Divine Counterparts.

This Black Current or Black Magical Energy is sex energy, plain and simple. If a person strongly works with sex energy as in tantric sex exercises of any type whatsoever, their aura will become black. Sexual energy is black and it is pure. There is no evil or perversity about it. The most spiritual and religious person in the world can work strongly with sex energy and their aura will take on this “black” color.

The problem is that this sexual Black Energy lies beneath fear energy and to consciously work with it one must confront and work through their personal fears. When sensitive people encounter people with this Black Energy in their aura it activates the energy of fear within them, they become afraid and think of these people as “black” magicians.

This Black Energy is the lowest etheric energy possible before physical manifestation and to be able to consciously manipulate it is to be able to do magic and to alter physical events before they manifest. This ability to do magic is real and not an invention of crazy people although many don’t have the mental and emotional stability to control these non-physical forces.
The goal of the magician is to permanently activate a non-physical body created of this Black Energy . When this is done one is able to function at this level and perform “magic”.

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Geneology

Father was a painter,
Mother was a painter.
They rhymed together
And were of like minds.
Father came from the north,
Mother lived on the Rhine.
There the son of a blacksmith
Courted the patrician’s daughter.
She was no fool
And made the right choice.
Her cheerful father
Was general of the cavalry
And son of a Rhinish art collector.
His family had been saving their coins
For over five hundred years now.
Now, father’s father
Was an anchor-smith.
He sounded his hammer song
In Wismar on the Baltic.
And received his old forge
From his father before him
He was really vexed
When his own son never
Became a smith.
That is my family tree
On both father’s and mother’s side
Here hangs the youngest apple
And isn’t he clever?

-Hanns Heinz Ewers
translated by Joe Bandel

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Iris

Morning mist, thin morning mist,
Lies suspended all around,
Veils the early scarce awoken sun.
Yet it has a moist fragrance,
That’s when the wanderer
Strides firmly with light feet,
When the young lad sets off eagerly
Through the mist into the world
When he walks vigorously through
The wet meadows,
Further,
Walks further,
With light steps.
The fiery blue Iris is eager as well,
Lonely, taciturn
Throughout the moist
Morning mist,
They open eagerly as well
Throughout the wet
Meadows ――
Ask the wanderer where he is walking,
Just ask him why he wanders alone ―
He will silently shrug his shoulders
And lightly walk
Further,
Walk further.
― This eagerness is without reason,
Purposeless, aimless,
Without end:
It is only a movement, a pull, a walking
Through the moist
Morning mist
And the wet
Meadows ――
In the distance you can still hear
The light steps of the wanderer.
In the distance you can still see
The gleam of the opening Iris ――
Do you know the
Eagerness of the wanderer
There in the mist?
Do you know the eagerness
Of the fiery blue
Iris?
Oh, you know it:
It is in you, in you!

-Hanns Heinz Ewers
translation by Joe Bandel

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Intersession
 
Let us wander in the blue;
Restricted only, by how far we can go.
Only one bond should remain:
Everyone, as he strives, receives.
 
*****
 
Not to Good; not from Evil,
Do we want to redeem the world,
Only to the desire to create;
A poet’s power is God’s power.
 
*****
 
Let us gladly listen to each other,
An inner, boundless joining,
To lovingly share mind and soul,
In this manner, the little world becomes great.

-Richard Dehmal
translation by Joe Bandel

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It has taken forever, or at least it has seemed like forever! I’ve just made this hard cover edition of Vampire: a wild story of scraps and colors available for the first time. It is a massive book with over 500 pages. It is also my favorite book of the trilogy because I think it is the most autobiographical of them all.

 

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vampire

I’ve also made it available in quality paperback at:

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Searching for the Soul

 

Like man himself! In the beginning man was with God and part of the indivisible All, and he tore himself loose in spite of it. From this awareness of self over the course of billions of years there developed an awareness of the contradiction, “I”—and the world! And yet a part of the All clung to this “I”, was still imprisoned in this physical body, grew with it, died with it and was inseparable from its earthly remains.

And a great desire for liberation caused this soul to seek a false path and grope in the shameful darkness. It always ran back by the way which it had come to its original awareness of the “I” instead of to the “Not—I”, and did not know that the goal was at the other end.

The soul was conscious of the contradiction between the “I” and the “Not—I”, but the soul accepted the physical body as part of the “I”, even as the “I” itself did, and did not realize that the physical body was only a part of the “Not—I”. Thus man’s physical body became the unfortunate bridge that always led the soul back to the physical world of which it was a part. And all those souls driven by desire passed over it and descended deeper and deeper until they sank into God.

Yet how comical it was when the pious cried out that one must conquer the body! Their words were so wise, yet their understanding was so wrong. They did not conquer the body—but rather strengthened its power by all they did. They conquered the soul of man and became as beasts; they conquered the beasts inside and became as God.

But the time must come for the striding forth of the liberated human being. When the knowledge becomes so deep and so firmly rooted that each one knows his body is nothing other than some tree that stands in the forest, than some bird that flies in the air: than any foreign object that lies far in the distance! When each passionately feels that his body has nothing in common with his soul—and is as alien to him as a stone in the street , when the assurance reaches each consciousness that the external world may be all-embracing, yet, it fails to hold one thing, namely, the soul—then that great day will dawn—

Then the soul of man will tend the body well, like a temple, like a good house in which one dwells. Only, it will be a stranger, something external from us, and this knowledge alone will be the great conquest of the body. Then the bridge that leads downward will be broken; then the lunacy of our forefathers will perish; then the eternal desires will laugh happily as they kiss freedom and truth amidst their tears over the dark errors of the ages.

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

 

The above was written by German author Hanns Heinz Ewers over a century ago! Or rather it is my translation of his words and thoughts into the English language. As I partake in more online discussion groups, in particular Mensa discussion groups I find that believing in the individual soul is not politically correct. I also find that attitude a little bit two-faced. Consider the question, “Is a loved one the same person after having a debilitating stroke? Is their awareness, their consciousness, still the same but hindered by physical damage caused by the stroke? Or have they in some way become less human? I have seen stroke victims struggle to find the words they desire to express and the frustration that they feel being physically unable to do so. To me this is direct evidence that individual awareness remains even though it might not be able to physically express itself

 

The question really becomes whether conscious awareness is purely energetic in nature or mechanical. Is individual awareness capable of being separated from the physical body or is it simply an expression of the physical body that dies when the physical body dies? While science almost unanimously denies the existence of the soul, it entertains such thoughts as the possibility of integrating human consciousness with machines or computers. Movies such as “Avatar” envision the ability of human awareness to transfer itself from one physical body to another! For some reason science admits the possibilities of these things while denying the possibility of the existence of the soul. I find that very troubling!

 

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