“Extended practice of rituals nurtures our intellect, enlarges very greatly our soul’s receptivity to the gods, reveals to men the life of the gods, accustoms their eyes to the brightness of divine light, and gradually brings to perfection the capacity of our facilities for contact with the gods, until it leads us up to the highest level of consciousness and, in a word, it renders those who employ rituals, if we may express it, the familiar consorts of the gods.”

Iamblichus

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
(3 January 1892 – 2 September 1973)

"When a student brought a tape recorder to his house in the early 1950s, as Tolkien was having trouble selling The Lord of the Rings to any publisher, the author agreed to read some of his works to the device. Convinced such technology could only be devilish, he agreed to use the recording only after reciting the Lord’s Prayer in Gothic to exorcise any evil at work in it."

"Much is said today about the Semitic spirit of the New Testament: but the thing referred to is merely priestcraft—and in the purest example of an Arian law-book, in Manu, this kind of 'Semitic spirit'—that is to say, Sacerdotalism, is worse than anywhere else.

The development of the Jewish hierarchy is not original: they learnt the scheme from Babylon—it is Arian. When, later on, the same thing became dominant in Europe, under the preponderance of Germanic blood, this was in conformity to the spirit of the ruling race: a striking case of atavism. The Germanic middle ages aimed at a revival of the Arian order of castes.

Mohammedanism in its turn learned from Christianity the use of a 'Beyond' as an instrument of punishment.

The scheme of a permanent community, with priests at its head—this oldest product of Asia's great culture in the domain of organization—naturally provoked reflection and imitation in every way. Plato is an example of this, but above all, the Egyptians."

- Friedrich Nietzsche, Will to Power

"One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Don't wish away the greatness of winter.
Spengler's mistake.

And do not forget to sleep! How can there be dreamers without sleep? How can Barbarossa's hidden world ever come to an end?

Norwood Hodge Macgilvary ~ Birth of an Idea (1920)

Hyperboreads chat whenever there's a nietzschepost.

https://youtu.be/-IgAVQdHJQ4

"Jesus goes straight to the point, the Kingdom of Heaven in the heart, and He does not find the means in the duty to the Jewish Church; He even regards the reality of Judaism (its need to maintain itself) as nothing; He is concerned purely with the inner man.

Neither does He make anything of all the coarse forms relating to man's intercourse with God: He is opposed to the whole of the teaching of repentance and atonement; He points out how man ought to live in order to feel himself 'deified,' and how futile it is on his part to hope to live properly by showing repentance and contrition for his sins. 'Sin is of no account' is practically his chief standpoint.

Sin, repentance, forgiveness—all this does not belong to Christianity. It is Judaism or Paganism which has become mixed up with Christ's teachings. ...

The thief on the cross: When the criminal himself, who ensures a painful death, declares: 'the way this Jesus suffers and dies, without a murmur of revolt or enmity, graciously and resignedly, is the only right way,' he assents to the gospel; and by this very fact he is in Paradise."

- Friedrich Nietzsche, Will to Power

In Egypt, in whose ancient Christian past there had once been many grand monasteries, there once lived a monk who befriended an uneducated and simple peasant farmer. One day this peasant said to the monk, “I too respect God who created this world! Every evening I pour out a bowl of goat’s milk and leave it out under a palm tree. In the evening God comes and drinks up my milk! He is very fond of it! There’s never once been a time when even a drop of milk is left in the bowl.”

Hearing these words, the monk could not help smiling. He kindly and logically explained to his friend that God doesn’t need a bowl of goat’s milk. But the peasant so stubbornly insisted that he was right that the monk then suggested that the next night they secretly watch to see what happened after the bowl of milk was left under the palm tree.

No sooner said than done. When night fell, the monk and the peasant hid themselves some distance from the tree, and soon in the moonlight they saw how a little fox crept up to the bowl and lapped up all the milk till the bowl was empty.

“Indeed!” the peasant sighed disappointedly. “Now I can see that it wasn’t God!”

The monk tried to comfort the peasant and explained that God is a spirit, that God is something completely beyond our poor ability to comprehend in our world, and that people comprehend His presence each in their own unique way. But the peasant merely stood hanging his head sadly. Then he wept and went back home to his hovel.

The monk also went back to his cell, but when he got there he was amazed to see an angel blocking his path. Utterly terrified, the monk fell to his knees, but the angel said to him:

“That simple fellow had neither education nor wisdom nor book-learning enough to be able to comprehend God otherwise. Then you with your wisdom and book learning took away what little he had! You will say that doubtless you reasoned correctly. But there’s one thing that you don’t know, oh learned man: God, seeing the sincerity and true heart of this good peasant, every night sent the little fox to that palm tree to comfort him and accept his sacrifice.”

"He is the man of glory. And he will be spoken of to the farthest reaches of time. They will speak of him because of his fame. It was a day in summer, the day of the storm. The clouds were black around Pelion, the lightning descended as bales upon the mountains, and the thunder rolled far and wide over the land. Then, he arrived. I heard that a mighty one was approaching, for the earth echoed and roared far away, and the Father of the Son rejoiced above. And with him came glory. Glory is what unites gods and men, and the demigod – the heroes are there for glory. What is the way that he came to me? The path of glory. He went into the unknown, into the untrodden. Into the uncultivated he went. As a seer he came into the unseen, one does not forget him. He is never forgotten. The boastless flowers of the field he trampled with strong step. When I heard the reverberation of his foot, when the earth thundered, I said to myself: The offender is coming. And my heart was frightened in my chest, it began to thump and pound like a hammer. It was not beating out of fear, for he came as a friend. It trembled in my chest because I felt that the end was near. What do the upper gods love in man? His light. They love what is glorious in him, for it is bright, sharp, cutting light."
~ Chiron on Heracles