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.

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"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

"Hermes without the aid of Revelation, but through the use of reason, has come to the knowledge of God, and even of the Trinity.”

~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒊, 𝒃𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒅

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"Considering the history of man as isolated in some way from everything else is an exclusively modern idea, in stark opposition to the teaching of all traditions which, on the contrary, are unanimous in affirming the existence of a correlation necessary and constant between the cosmic order and the human one."
- René Guénon, Traditional Forms and Cosmic Cycles

"But friend, we come too late. It's true that the gods live,
But up over our heads, up in a different world.
They function endlessly up there, and seem to care little
If we live or die, so much do they avoid us.
A weak vessel cannot hold them forever; humans can
Endure the fullness of the gods only at times. Therefore
Life itself becomes a dream about them. But perplexity
And sleep assist us: distress and night-time strengthen,
Until enough heroes have grown in the bronze cradle,
With hearts as strong as the gods', as it used to be."
- Friedrich Hölderlin, Bread and Wine

"When the spirit manages to take steps towards heights or depths, freeing itself from the sphere of phenomena, this world of forms dissolves: the light becomes too strong, it has to retreat. All that is personal is equivalent to separation, to loan. There is a happiness greater than that implied in the personality, and it is self-denial. Here father and mother are one."
- Ernst Jünger, At the Time Wall

"Before him [Herodotus] there was something different, there was the night of the myth. This night was not, however, darkness, but rather dream, and the connection it knew between men and events was different from historical consciousness and its separating force. From here comes the auroral light that illuminates the work of Herodotus. He stands as if on the crest of a mountain that separates night and day: not just two times, but two ways of time, two types of light. ...

From the space of history, into which he had just entered, Herodotus turned his gaze back towards the space of myth. He did it with respect. The same respect is necessary today where, beyond the wall of time, future events are looming."

- Ernst Jünger, At the Time Wall

As we've established, it was a spiritual power that unified Europe in order to counter the Huns. It is no coincidence then that in legend the Grail appears to Percival and allows him to push back the Huns. It is said to bestow the powers of the Holy Spirit and reveal 'the beginning of all great deeds and the reason behind courageous feats,' or what can identified as inner awakening, purification of the self. Like alchemical fire it is a test, and terrible things fall upon the weak man who sets out to take it but fails. The Grail symbolizes victory in the inner war. Victory in battle, from the Catalaunian Plains to Las Navas de Tolosa to the Seige of Vienna, comes to those who first pass the test of the Grail. Those who fail the test, lose.

The Grail means more than a symbol of the inner war of course; it is also a romantic symbol. The full significance of the Grail is in the combined relation of both war and romance to spiritual fulfillment. As in war, outer love comes to those who first pass the test of inner love. As in war, it is a spiritual force that unites and empowers lovers and brings them true love, 'what a tongue could never express and the heart fail to realize.'