[Note: This was completed and posted to the internet at 6:14pm CST, on 5/3/11. A version with pictures will be posted a bit later today. Please see the 4/20/11 and 4/26/11 postings for prior installments in these continuing Lost tales.]
LOST CODA TROIS:
RINGING THE WUNDERWAFFE BELL
WHILE EXPLORING A LOST ATLANTIS CONNECTION
Neuschwabenland.... Ist es noch vor uns liegen? Ritscher taps out a code-like cadence with his silvered Kriegsmarine ring on the sweat-stained helm, as Herr Schauberger nervously paces deeper grooves into the worn steel decking... Never cared much for those SS types, brazenly wearing Thoric lightning bolts on their sleeves, parading around like some long lost Thulian supermen, marching to a new world order.... Sieg heil, hallowed Hyperborea....? 1
"Kapitan...?" Urgent news concerning one of the advanced scout ships rudely awakens Ritscher from his remonstrative reverie.... Schauberger locks his eyes with an icy penetrating stare, and Ritscher knows all-too-well what now must be done.... "Tauchen, tauchen, tauchen!" ....and with great straining creaks and moans, the shuddering battleworn Unterseeboot grudgingly accepts the cold, enveloping embrace of the Antarctic Ocean....
Back in the warm glow of his cramped quarters, Schauberger's thoughts drift to a stack of kaffee-stained blueprints diagramming his latest, greatest invention.... the Repulsine.....2 Were they correct in their surmises that an unterwasser approach to the island would greatly reduce the stress and strain on ship and sailor alike? That last group barely made it back alive, with their sanity intact.... But my oh my oh my.... the wondrous tales they did indeed spin, fervently detailed accounts of a lush tropical Edenic island, weathering the Antarctic currents without a care, skimming silently through untraceable arcs, undisturbed and hidden from our view.... a veritable invisible island of Atlantean delights.... hallowed home of Vril-ya and their Light of Life, all-healing, eternal-life-endowing, pink-bunny-energizing... VRIL...! 3
Schauberger smiles, foreseeing that fine and fulgent day on which his smoothly shimmering Repulsine spacecraft springs to life, transfused with Vril coaxed from the bulbous bosom of Eden herself.... Heh-heh-heh.... What an einfaltig cover story, decidedly fit for beer-swilling, schnitzel-scarfing, mass-public consumption....! Himmler and the Ahnenberbe really outdid themselves this time, simultaneously launching the lame press release of an expedition in search of a site for a whaling station, covering for an equally bogus 'leaked' aim of establishing an Antarctic U-Boat base.... A truly majestic double cover, masking the true goal of securing Vril and access to ancient Atlantean technologies, powering a cloaked, shielded, and indeterminately arcing Edenic island.... 4
Well, 1939 has indeed been a good year for the Reich so far, despite the Tibetan expedition concluding with a big fat null.... So much for the Ahnenerbe's theurgical aims, their dreams of tapping Thulian webs of wonderment, realizing Ariosophanical dreams for a new Aryan race of supermen and women.... Thule Society, Vril Society, Schutzstaffel, Ahnenerbe.... so hard to keep track of all of those cross-membered groups Himmler's been using to channel Fatherland resources to ensure the hand of god thunders down in their favor during the inevitable worldwide war looming high on the horizon....5 Kapitan Ritscher pierces Schauberger's meditation with welcomed news of success in their subaqeous strategy, penetrating the exotic invisible wall shielding Eden from the eyes of her offspring.... A sharp static jolt charges Ritscher's forefinger as he clicks the microphone off... peering through the amber-glazed periscope, he mutters to himself as a black birdlike shape streaks a subtext of uncertainty across the lush verdant background of this apparently safe island harbor.... Thank goodness the Ahnenerbe succeeded in reconstructing the equations coded into the Piri Reis map....! 6
....and off in some far-flung pinklight-suffused islandpast, Hurley gingerly hands the scuffed bronze Amerikanazi coin and other future artifacts back to the bemused sand-sifting Atlantean castaway.... Ben's babbling brook of ums and ahs flows into a sea of eerie tranquility, and with newly possessed composure he channels the pre-enlightenment cynical self we all came to hatelove.... "Guess they'll be using one fat red marker when they're rewriting the history books NOW, Hugo...!" Clucking nervously, Hurley strokes the faded muslinic mohair of his technicolor dreamcoat and asks the Atlantean to take them to the nearest castaway camp....
Cursing the lack of a machete, Ben swerves ahead of the fat pack, swatting sharp leafy knives from their thick-jungled path, leaving bloodstreaked markers along the way.... Ben pauses for a moment's rest, watching as the swarthy, bulbous Atlantean strides up and out of view, disappearing over a rocky ridge.... Tapping the last of his fowl-fueled reserves, Hurley throws himself over the top, tumbling, bumbling (and mumbling) his way to the bottom of the meandering ravine which, he gastronomically notes, reminds him of how ravenous he has become and where oh where are those hidden caches of carbohydrated Apollo/DHARMAn glory located? Heck, I'd even take a box of those yummy(!) chocolate mint Space Food sticks my Dad talked about, the ones they handed out for free on the Walk for Mankind while he grooved to Argent's "Hold Your Head Up" and the Edgar Winter Group's "Frankenstein".... Man, those were the days of prefab cardboard, saturated-fat, Euell-Gibbons-mocking, wood-fibered-bread... That 70's show of cuisinic arts and crafts for the Me-generationed masses....
Penitent Number 2 role reversion in hand, Ben reaches to clear the brambled silty surface of Hurley's muted dreamcoat... channeling his best Heston, pondering what hidden airs of authority a touch of grey would bring to the proceedings, Hurley raises a small gnarled bark tree in his right hand and parts the sea of inquisitive castaways thusly.... Oscar acceptance speech variations give way to 50's kitschy klaatu greetings, and the Atlanteans now rest assured that no harm, no fowl.... Dude, how is it possible for us to bridge this language barrier deal, with no midichlorians to Farscape a solution, eh?!?! Oh well, guess it'll hafta be sign language and writing in the dirt, for now.... Hmmm.... Is that a chicken crudecooped up over there, behind the guy with all the mangos?
Morning has broken, and with it, so has Hurley's drive to survive on the Atkins plan.... Man was not made to live on free-ranging avian protein, alone! Oops, almost ran into him, that crazy mango man's gotta fruity lock on breakfast, for sure, with no bacon and eggs in sight.... Wotta freaking hap-happy cock-a-doodle-doo morning person! Too much fruit'll do that to ya, as Locke well knows, makin' ya all loopy and.... Sharp tap on a sore shoulder, and Hurley whirls to see Ben buffeted by a bevy of beefy smelters, renowned for averring piscatorial pleasures whilst in search of suitable ores. The chief smelter-elder rises quite ceremoniously, holding two small shiny stones up for reverential inspection, one black and one white. Dude, where have I seen those before....?
Hurley's dervish aches and padded pains recur on one of those now all-too-familiar jungle walks that go on and on and on and why does it always seem to take longer than it needs to take in order to get to anywhere on this damned island and.... now they emerge from the lush carpeted undergrowth to a brown-drenched culvert, scarred with black craggy wounds.... Moving closer, Ben traces an edge of blackness and chills to the icy cold sheen.... Reaching into a small leathery satchel, the sun-baked Atlantean elder snatches yin/yangish stones, brazenly holding them over the inky, ebonous deposits.... Dim sonorous humming, and it is undeniable.... strong clanging clacking as the black stone shoots from his hand.... now resting quite attractively against the dark-infused oric matter.... They have finally found what they have been looking for!
Furtive glances, unspoken orchestrations, as the sinewy smelters extract an array of ancient Atlantean earth-working implements.... Ben and Hurley pitch in wherever and however they can, but the pace of this well-oiled machine is a wonder to behold and a crime to disrupt.... Hours later, as the broiling sun begins to subside, picks and shovels, and rakes and buckets, are dropped into an eerie, penetrating silence.... and now it is time to break work for camp, bearing their precious black rock bounty for who knows what ultimate aims, and whose higher purposes....
Fast break two, non-electric-boogaloo, and this daybreak he fools them all.... Heh-heh-heh.... Cloaked in full crepuscular modality, Hurley surreptitiously stows some fowl-smelling protein away for a broad-banded Atkins breakfast buffet tribute.... Ben catches a whiff and finagles some prime remainders.... Oh no... NOT again! Hurley's mind races back to yesterday's sweat-drenched beefcake parade of smelters, elders, and arduous mining activities... Maybe if I hunker down low to the ground they won't notice me slinking off behind Mangoman's hut... Dude, it sure would be nice to lounge in some makeshift hirsute hammock, dodging the occasional rogue ripe lime-in-de-coconut.... Holy son of Nils.... Too late... looks like I'm along for the rocky ride again!
As the group splits off in a different direction, Ben casts a quizzical look, caught and released by one of Hurley's patented head-tilt/raised eyebrows smirks... and in less time than you can say 'skip a black rock across a superconductive pond' they explore a shallow-running creekbed to its headwater origin, only to find.... a glowing glistening cavecore entrance birthing the swirling rivulet.... Jungian synchronicity kicks into gear as islandbound collective consciousness seeps into Hurley's core processor... and he now recognizes it for what it is and has been, throughout any and every Demiurgical rewriting... The Light of Life Cave....
With yin/yang stones cautiously cradled in curved outstretched palm, the elder noiselessly bathes them in cavesprung waters.... a muted hush ripples through their bones and souls, as the white stone glows to embering light.... It is the SOURCE, the light of life, the nectar of the gods, the VRIL.... call it what you will.... They have succeeded in finding the second key component in a greater, grander Atlantean scheme.... And Hurley wonders what fate holds for them as they continue forward into the cave.... Dude, what else are they looking for? Can I eat it? Or, worse yet, will it eat me...?!
....back in 1939, Schauberger aches with excitement as they make first sandfall, beaching the craft near a sun-drenched rift in the lush green canopy.... armed with state-of-the-art Geiger counters and metal detectors, teams set off to comb the countryside with military precision, searching for what troves of ancient treasures Eden may willingly yield to them.... Munching mangos sliced with Reich-forged steel, Schauberger's party lounges in the languid shade of a sprawling skewampus cypress, but their respite is all-too-short-lived as a strident shout screams across the mid-day softness... "Kommen hier jetzt!!"...
Snaking their way through thick underbrushed darkness, they emerge to a sun-splashed clearing... Herr Krieger and his Schutzstaffel corps of engineers are energetically dredging dirt from around a curiously circular, dully-patinated, hard metallic object.... "Ja, this was an easy 'hit' on the instruments, as it is metallic AND radioaktiv!" Krieger beams cheshirely as Schauberger's lips smack together approvingly... Long minutes tick-tock by as the exposed circle transforms to a dredged dome, finally revealing a burrowed... bell?!?! Ja, and an eight-foot-high bell at that! Talk about one big Glocke, indeed! Wild-firing word spreads quickly through camp, and a make-shift crane is constructed to lift and haul die GLOCKE back to the sub for shipment to the Fatherland.... 7
....back in the dim islandpast, Hurley and the smelters cautiously approach the everlasting Light of Life cave, single-filing their way through the dark, dank interior, guided by the fulgently glowing, positively-spun/charged LOL/Vril.... Descending the cavecore, they behold the swirling viscous LOLVril circling a weirdly runic rock cylinder... and the elder once again palms the stones to confirm what lies beneath this densely effective stone stopper... ALE/Vril.... negatively-spun/charged liquid carrying the foul-festering, AntiLife-Equation-infused infection of mirror-mattered dark-matteredness.... a noir Demiurgical ALEVril essence of MIB, a Casimirical twin-spin of Aaron, the once and future LOLVril Prince....
Yes, now they have found the third and final component for some mysterious ancient device.... Four Atlanteans solemnly position around the darkworld cork, one to the North, one to the South, one to the East, and one to the West.... Eyes affixed, they heave and hoist the runic stone stopper in one swift move. The island shudders its shoulders, shaking off huge slabs of rock and soil, and a symbol-encrusted decanter broaches the fast roiling ALEVril liquid.... Beaming broadly, the elder incants an ancient blessing and quickly the cork is restored....
Returning to the castaway camp for a salubrious night time feast-- way too many healthy LOLVril-infused fruits for poor old Hugo's chicken-fed palate!-- Hurley and Ben realize that there is something very, very big looming on the morrow. Suspicions confirmed... as they are allowed to sleep in and they are shaken and stirred not by the scent of freshly sliced mango; no, they are instead roundly roused by a rangey mix of foul smelting smells, choking billowing smoke, and clanging clattering noise. Rubbing the soot and sleep from their eyes, they follow the multisensory trail of fume to its source at a rudely scarified landscape, gouged to make way for their ultimate aims.....
Ben elbows Hurley's padded ribcage, pointing to a swirling pool of molten black rock, squealing in agony from heat and forced transmutation... Gates slide open, and the molten matter wends its way through carved canals, feeding into two large earthen molds.... Hours of careful cooling yield to a strange liquid-based annealing process.... surfaces are selectively rubbed with LOLVril or ALEVril.... only one and not both.... Sinewy smelters then pour LOLVril and ALEVril into concealed chambers within each bell and, once they are sealed with the hissing glow of cooling black rock metal, the bells are carefully nested and hoisted upright upon a trussed wooden frame.... Ben turns to Hurley with a nefarious nod, and Hurley cuts through to the core in his own quippy inimical manner.... "Dude, if that bomb was a Jughead, this bell must be a Betty!"
Russian-doll-nested black rock bells spring to life, traveling in counter-rotating orbits, driven by mirror-twinned donkey wheels powered by mango-energized Atlanteans.... And now it is that we see the true nature of the completed ancient device.... Three into one, symbolically and literally joining the lightness and the darkness of Demiurgical emergent existence through an electromagnetically-charged black rock containment vessel.... LOLVril lightside lifegiving, Aaronic essence brought into relationship, reconciled with ALEVril darkside, MIBful essence, in counter-rotating orbits.... But to what effects, and to what ends?
Slowly but surely, Hurley senses a growing, eerily organic wail emerging and building and chain-reacting, as the device works its unspoken and untold magick... Four Atlantean maidens now position around the rotating bells, one facing North, one South, one East, and one West.... Rhythmical humming expands in volume and complexity as aural moire transmutes through to visual shimmering patterns now evident on and around the glowing outer surface.... Amazingly, astoundingly... the maidens raise off the crude platform, levitating upward, ascending to join hands at bell's apex... The SEER is now awakened from its slumbers, and ORACLE has been achieved, yielding access to events past, present, and future, along temporal and spatial dimensions within this emerging Demiurgical existence sprung from Sophiac, bigbanged Fall from Pleromaic Unity.
Color-drained faces, their wide-eyes meet, while Ben gestures beyond Hurley's dreamcoated shoulder, out toward the verdant mountainous range ridging across the island.... Hurley glances backward to see what Ben was pointing at, and although it takes a minute for things to start sinking in... Ben smiles as Hurley morphs from quizzical confusion to nodding knowingness... Yes, indeed... how is it possible for the island to be tracing indeterminate arcs across the ocean, ranging far and wide from the Fiji Islands down to Antarctica and back, all while FLOATING on the surface of the water? Yes, now it is becoming much, much clearer, as they both recognize the bell-like peak shapes ringing up and down the mountainous ridge.... and they wonder... What lies beneath... deep beneath...? An island powered by a subterranean battery of bells breeding die Glocken fields of anti-gravity?!
....flashingforward to 1945... walzing the sunny square atop Hitler's bunker.... A proud, smiling Himmler bearing good tidings to the Fuhrer... setting the stage, he reminds Hitler about the resounding Wunderwaffe8 successes to date, creating wondrous new weapons of unstoppable force and destruction, all through leveraging ancient Atlantean knowledge gleaned from a myriad of Unterseeboot-enabled visits to the island.... Himmler beams as he recounts the manner in which die Glocke technologies have played a critical role in accurately determining when and where the D-Day invasion was to occur and in cloaking ground and air forces from the Allies. Indeed, the Luftwaffe exploited its huge advantages in stealth, speed, maneuverability, and more, through using small-scale anti-gravity drives combined with cloaking and shielding capabilities....
Himmler shines with ebullient pride as he opens a coffee-stained folder, extracting a stack of stark, creased photographs of that fateful expedition to the floating Edenic paradise in 1939.... It's clear he has pored over these prized documents many a time... He walks Hitler through a series of black-and-white images, moving from the initial discovery of die Glocke to the later unearthing of an ancient campsite, yielding a wealth of glyphed stone records chronicling the design and use of the weird bell-shaped ancient device and much, much more.... Photos of subsequent expeditions in search of LOLVril and ALEVril headwaters showcase their tireless efforts to ensure the war would be won, the Fatherland would be protected, and the Reich would endure....
....and Tesla's participation in recovering and adapting ancient Atlantean technologies was all-too-easy, what with his family members held in 'protective' custody by the Schutzstaffel. Prescience-enhancing devices for remote spatiotemporal viewing quickly followed, with Nina Kulagina and other prominent psychics used to channel the energy in much the same manner as the ancient Atlantean oracles.
Himmler's power-parade is brusquely interrupted as an anonymous SS underling bears breaking news of the latest, greatest desperate ploy by the Allies to turn the tide in their losing battle against the Axis forces... Instead of Nagasaki, the Allies are moving at this very moment to drop an atomic bomb on Hitler's bunker, using an elaborate air strike ploy to confuse and elude Nazi forces. Hitler smiles and turns to Himmler, asking if the shields have been properly tested. Himmler grins, noting that not only are the shields in place and working, but by deflecting the force of the blast outward and upward, they will destroy the Allied forces charged with delivering the bomb in the first place....
And at that very fateful moment-- predicted with great precision by Nazi Oracles enhanced by devices adapted from ancient Atlantean technologies-- the B-52's bomb bay doors are opened, and Fat Man is thusly dropped onto the site containing Hitler's bunker.... blinding, flashing detonation, birthing an expanding grey-filled mushroom, clouding the target from their view.... but soon enough, very soon enough, they would indeed feel the full brunt of the force they unleashed just moments ago... for the Axis plan is in full swing, feigned ignorance, allowing the Allies to drop their precious bomb, playing right into their dark Reich-drenched plans.... As Vril-charged Nazi Oracles have already foreseen, the shieldwall holds firm, protecting the Fatherland messiah from utter annihilation, bursting the bubble of Allied hope for success, cascading through an escalating, ongoing, Demiurgical narrative rewriting of our galactic story and universal existence.... all in a decidedly Hitlerian manner, painting a new canvas with distinct swaths of red, through the very heartland of Amerika....
....but all the while.... unknown to us all.... Fat Man's singing, singeing blast has unleashed a weirdly exotic cocktail of particles and waves, outward and upward into the night sky.... falling on selected areas of the world, including Scotland... Australia... New York... and Los Angeles... who knows what strange, weird, indeterminate, unpredictable, quantumly uncertain forces have now been unleashed on the sea of human DNA within its path/fall.... What effect will this have on the teleological imperative of the ancients.... the progress from Homo sapiens to Homo omega...? and the nature and direction of the ongoing Demiurgical narrative....?
....while far back in the islandpast, Hurley turns away from the mountainous bell-shaped ridges backboning the island, working to rub the incredulity from his eyes as he once again serves witness to the startling vision of four oracular Atlantean maidens, floating hand-in-hand above the shimmering, shrieking bell... and he wonders... he wonders.... Just what story of the past-present-future the oracles are seeing... For if it is indeed so-- that the island is the one true CONSTANT in an eternal process of Demiurgical writings and rewritings of existence-- then there may yet be hope for us all, hope in rewriting the looming darkside Hitlerian narrative, hope for UNWRITING the as yet UNWRITTEN....
But what will it take to make this so.... Which thread on this now-being-woven narrative tapestry to pull upon, in order to initiate the weaving of a new lightside narrative?
Heh-heh-heh....
Time will tell..... Or will it...?
Dr. Todd J. Hostager
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ENDNOTES:
1. Yes, in addition to the Vril Society, the Thule Society played a role in the ascendency of the Nazi party and in the promulgation of esoteric/occult angle within the party. Indeed, consider the definite connection to Atlantis, as well:
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Nazi mystics believed in a historical Thule/
Hyperborea as the ancient origin of the
Aryan race. Much of this fascination was due to rumours surrounding the
Oera Linda Book "found" by Cornelis Over de Linden during the 19th Century. The Oera Linda Book was translated into German in 1933 and was favored by Heinrich Himmler. The book has since been thoroughly discredited. The
Traditionalist School expositor
Rene Guenon believed in the existence of ancient Thule on "initiatic grounds alone". According to its emblem, the
Thule Society was founded on August 18, 1918. It had close links to the Deutsche Arbeiter Partei (DAP), later the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei (
NSDAP, the Nazi party). One of its three founding members was
Lanz von Liebenfels (1874–1954). In his biography of Liebenfels (
Der Mann, der Hitler die Ideen gab, Munich 1985), the Viennese psychologist and author
Wilhelm Dahm wrote: "The Thule Gesellschaft name originated from mythical Thule, a Nordic equivalent of the vanished culture of
Atlantis. A race of giant supermen lived in Thule, linked into the Cosmos through magical powers. They had psychic and technological energies far exceeding the technical achievements of the 20th century. This knowledge was to be put to use to save the Fatherland and create a new race of Nordic Aryan Atlanteans. A new
Messiah would come forward to lead the people to this goal." In his history of the
SA (
Mit ruhig festem Schritt, 1998),
Wilfred von Oven,
Joseph Goebbels' press adjutant from 1943 to 1945, confirmed that Pytheas' Thule was the historical Thule for the Thule Gesellschaft."
For more information on the Thule Society and the occult angle within the Nazi movement, please see:
2. Yes, Viktor Schauberger was a real, live German scientist who purportedly developed a 'UFO-like' Repulsine craft circa World War II:
"Accounts appear from as early as 1950, likely inspired by historical German development of specialized engines such as
Viktor Schauberger's "Repulsine" around the time of WWII. Elements of the claims have been widely incorporated into various works of fictional and purportedly non-fictional media including video games and documentaries, often mixed with more substantiated information. Nazi UFO literature very often conforms largely to documented history on the following points: Nazi Germany claimed the territory of
New Swabia in Antarctica, sent an expedition there in 1938, and planned others.Nazi Germany conducted research into advanced propulsion technology, including
rocketry, Viktor Schauberger's engine research,
flying wing craft and the
Arthur Sack A.S.6 experimental circular winged aircraft. Some UFO sightings during
World War II, particularly those known as
foo fighters, were thought by the allies to be prototype enemy aircraft designed to harass
Allied aircraft through electromagnetic disruption; a technology similar to today's electromagnetic pulse (EMP) weapons."
In addition to linking the development of this craft to New Swabia expeditions mounted by the Ahnenerbe in the 1938-1939 time frame, note the interesting connection to electromagnetism and EMP, most definitely bridging to Lost.
3. VRIL is indeed a prominent candidate for the Light of Life Source-ful liquid flowing freely from the cave and present, at times, in the temple. As I noted above, building on extant fruit-based Lost theory, I'm now proposing that one of the key reasons fruit was so prominent as a positive, healthy force on the island is that fruit borne from LOL liquid instantiates lightside forces and functions as a source of ingesting POSITIVE VRIL (LOL). This sheds additional (literal) light on a theory that Ben's cancer arose in no small part due to his lower intake of LOL/VRIL-infused fruit. For more information on the fruit-based Lost theory, please see:
The Vril concept comes from an 1871 novel penned by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, titled Vril: The Power of the Coming Race, which certainly can sound like someone from the Nazi party had written it (but of course, this is not the case.) For more information on Vril, the Vril-ya as descendants of Atlantis, and more, please see:
4. The Ahnenerbe played a fascinating role in the study of ancient and esoteric knowledge, funding a myriad of expeditions including the New Swabia explorations of Antarctica:
For more information about the history and development of this group, including the prominent role of Himmler and the range of different expeditions financed by the group over the years, please see the following:
5. The Thule Society, Vril Society, Ahnenerbe, and other groups focused on discovering ancient esoteric knowledge are specific examples of a broader type of movement known as Ariosophy:
"Armanism and Ariosophy are the names of ideological systems of an
esoteric nature, pioneered by
Guido von List and
Jörg Lanz von Liebenfels respectively, in
Austria between 1890 and 1930. List also used the name Wotanism, whereas Lanz also used the names Theozoology and Ario-Christianity.The two authors inspired numerous others and a variety of organizations in
Germany and Austria of that time.This article follows the historian
Goodrick-Clarke in summarizing these developments under the term
Ariosophy, although this broader use of the word is retrospective and was not generally current among the esotericists themselves.They were part of a
general occult revival in Austria and Germany of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, loosely inspired by historical
Germanic paganism and traditional concepts of
occultism, and related to
German romanticism. The connection of this Germanic mysticism with historical Germanic culture, though tenuous, is evident in the mystics' fascination with
runes, in the form of List's
Armanen runes....Ideology regarding the
Aryan race (in the sense of
Indo-Europeans, though with
Germanic peoples being viewed as their purest representatives), runic symbols, the
swastika, and occultism are important elements in Ariosophy. From around 1900 onwards, these ariosophic ideas (together with, and influenced by,
Theosophy) contributed significantly to an
occult counterculture in Germany and Austria. A historic interest in this topic has stemmed from the ideological relation of Ariosophy to
Nazism, and is obvious in such book titles as:
The Occult Roots of Nazism by
Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke Der Mann, der Hitler die Ideen gab (
The Man Who Gave Hitler His Ideas),
Wilfried Daim's biography of Lanz von Liebenfels. [Source:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ariosophy]
6. Couldn't resist invoking the Piri Reis connection here.... For more information on this intriguing map, please see:
7. Oh boy, die Glocke is one of the more intriguing wunderwaffe possibilities, which I've bridged to Lost through a combination of three key components: (1) the black rock, (2) the Light of Life positive Vril liquid, and (3) an ALE-ful negative Vril liquid secured from the netherworld, mirror-mattered 'bottleverse' when the cork is popped....
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Die Glocke (
German for "The Bell") is a purported top secret
Nazi scientific technological device,
secret weapon, or
Wunderwaffe. First described by Polish journalist
Igor Witkowski, it was later popularized by military journalist and author
Nick Cook as well as by writers such as
Joseph P. Farrell. Farrell and others associate it with
Nazi occultism and
antigravity or
free energy research. Mainstream reviewers such as former aerospace scientist David Myhra express skepticism that such a device ever actually existed.... Claims about the existence of Die Glocke originated in the works of Igor Witkowski. His
2000 Polish language book
Prawda O Wunderwaffe (
The Truth About The Wonder Weapon, reprinted in German as
Die Wahrheit über die Wunderwaffe), refers to it as "The Nazi-Bell". Witkowski wrote that he first discovered the existence of Die Glocke by reading transcripts from an interrogation of former Nazi SS Officer
Jakob Sporrenberg. According to Witkowski, he was shown the supposedly classified transcripts in August
1997 by an unnamed Polish intelligence contact who claimed to have access to Polish government documents regarding Nazi secret weapons.Witkowski maintains that he was only allowed to transcribe the documents and was not allowed to make any copies. Although no evidence of the veracity of Witkowski's claims have been produced, they reached a wider audience when they were retold by British author Nick Cook, who added his own speculations to Witkowski's claims in
The Hunt for Zero Point. Allegedly an experiment carried out by
Third Reich scientists working for the
SS in a German facility known as
Der Riese ("The Giant")
near the Wenceslaus mine and close to the
Czech border, Die Glocke is described as being a device "made out of a hard, heavy metal" approximately 9 feet wide and 12 to 15 feet high having a shape similar to that of a large bell. According to Cook, this device ostensibly contained two counter-rotating cylinders which would be "filled with a
mercury-like substance, violet in color. This metallic liquid was code-named “Xerum 525”" and was otherwise cautiously "stored in a tall thin thermos flask a meter high encased in lead". Additional substances said to be employed in the experiments, referred to as
Leichtmetall (light metal), "included thorium and beryllium peroxides"Cook describes Die Glocke as emitting strong radiation when activated, an effect that supposedly led to the death of several unnamed scientists
and various plant & animal test subjects.Based upon certain external indications, Witkowski speculates that the ruins of a metal framework in the vicinity of the Wenceslas mine (aesthetically dubbed "The Henge") may have once served as test rig for an experiment in "anti-gravity propulsion" generated with Die Glocke; others, however, dismiss the derelict structure as simply being a conventional industrial cooling tower. Witkowski's claims along with Cook's speculations prompted further conjecture about the device from American
fringe science authors such as Joseph P. Farrell,
Jim Marrs, and Henry Stevens. Farrell claims that the device was considered so important to the Nazis that they killed 60 scientists that worked on the project and buried them in a mass grave. In his book,
Hitler's Suppressed and Still-Secret Weapons, Science and Technology (2007), Stevens speculates that Die Glocke contained
red mercury,and describes stories alleging that a concave mirror on top of the device provided the ability to see "images from the past" during its operation.Witkowski speculated that Die Glocke ended up in a "Nazi-friendly South American country". Cook speculated that it was moved to the United States as part of a deal made with SS General
Hans Kammler. Farrell speculated that it was
recovered as part of the Kecksburg UFO incident.
So now you can see how these puzzle pieces begin to fit together, heh-heh-heh...
8. German 'wonder weapons' were real and their development constituted a very real threat to an Allied victory in World War II:
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Wunderwaffe (
German pronunciation: [ˈvʊndɐˌvafə]) is German for "wonder weapon" and was a term assigned during
World War II by the
German propaganda ministry to a few revolutionary "
superweapons". Most of these weapons however remained more or less feasible prototypes, or reached the combat theatre too late, and in too insignificant numbers (if at all) to have a military effect. A derisive abbreviation of the term emerged: Wuwa, pronounced "voo-vah".The
V-weapons, which were developed earlier, and saw considerable deployment especially against Great Britain, trace back to the same pool of highly inventive armament concepts. Therefore, they are also included here. Although the
Wunderwaffen failed to meet their strategic objective of turning the tides of World War II in Nazi Germany's favor at a time when the war was already strategically lost, they represented designs and prototypes that were extremely advanced for their time.