We passed to the scanner this reading comes from the quarterly “TerraInsubre” and very well translated by Maximilian Carminati, for the reasons that the reader will understand if.

Heligoland, the sacred island of the world the hyperborean Temple

Jean Mabire *

Europe is a gigantic magical Rune, that has in its centre a mysterious place: the Northern gods unvanquished home an archaic period.

The maps are sacred documents where you depict with oceans, mountains and coastal lines of force of our world beneath the large circular path of the Sun. The men were at one time from the forests and swamps, Today we rock and wave, We anchor at islands surrounded by hostile waves of humanity's primordial sense tingling amputated the tides and the seasons. We open our Atlas on Europe, where in the mists of time everything is started from the colours of amber and bronze, ochre and blood, This Europe voted to reconstitute, at a time when inescapable, its geographic and ethnic unity signs. The Atlantic represents our border, our liquid wall of China, with outposts of true Middle Empire. We take a wooden ruler, straight as an arrow the arc murderer. What we will make now evokes a magical action. Are we not we of ancient times alchemists found? A first section. Comes from Crete, extreme flap of the Hellenic world, land of gods with a human face in front of the sand of the desert religions, down there in the South, the lifeline that sweeps toward the Northwest and leads to heart of Iceland, the island of fire and ice, at that venue of freemen, where our faith, Yasatru, He found it again right to citizenship. Between these two sacred Islands strangely resembling, Crete and Iceland, refuges of divinity of South and North, on this imaginary line identity and at the same time, rise in North Sea, the homeland of the Frisians, high, red cliffs of Heligoland, Middle Island and mediator between rocks and mists, between Earth and sky, between men and gods. Don't we close our Atlas, It is our memory and our wisdom, our pilot-book capable of guiding us again, According to the straight-line trajectory of that symbolic bird which the Germans call Möwe and Norman Mâove. Among silent flashes of silver wings flying over the ancient lands of Europe. Straight, on this line that does not deviate ever despite darkness and storms. The new point of departure is the Sierra Nevada, Temple of Andalusia and rose. Place of arrival North Cape, the northern end of Norway {Norge under riksmaål, Noreg in landsmål) true to its etymological meaning of “North Road”. And what do we pass again, lit by a few last ray of Sun? An island dot, a solitary fortress and stubborn: Heligoland, Heligoland still, always Heligoland. The rat is very strange that these two sections intersect exactly at this point, How to designate a center that would feature only, but metaphysical, off and at the heart of our continent.

These lines, that draw a large X on the map of Europe, go beyond geometry, Since draw perfectly a giant Rune that extends to 5.000 kilometers from Southeast to Northwest and southwest to Northeast, through the maze of peaks and seas, of peoples and Nations. This X is the 7th Rune of elder Futhark, that the ancient Scandinavians called Gebo, and that in our eyes is now a wing, invisible and imperative, on the lands and peoples of Europe. Listen to Marie des Bois, from its superb and intelligent book of faith entitled spells of runes: “Gebo is the self-giving to life. [...] That Union is strength. [...] The gods, nature gives everything. Above all you must be careful not to damage the harmony of this totality. Gebo should commit their energies without calculating the gain, throughout, for themselves and for others. [...] Keep your hands and open soul: light and love will flow…” It is significant that in the meeting point of these two lines carved in the sky, as they were once on the stone, you are here with extreme precision and inevitably the island of Heligoland.

There is talk of Heligoland in the singular; in fact these are two very close but separate islands, the moment of a wave, by a narrow sea arm: Heligoland – the Germans now write Helgoland – and dunes, where are the airport and only a few building.

This tiny archipelago, of which the main island does not measure more than 1.500 feet long and 500 wide, It is located some 20 nautical miles from the Mainland, off the mouths of the Ems, Weser, Elba and the Kiel Canal. South lower Saxon shore, characterized by dunes and grassland, protected from the North Sea under a slew of German islands parallel to the shore, in the number seven – religious figure – from Borkum and Wangerooge. East Schleswig-Holstein, with its islands and its sandy slums, for mid Lake, sometimes swept and invaded by terrible wind storms from the West. We are exactly in the Frisian region, in a carnal homeland still its ancient Germanic language, where German and English words are intertwined. At these Germans of the sea lasts the memory of the ancient tribe of the Saxons, Defeats, Chauci, Batavians, peasants and warriors, men of the sea and land, amphibious beings that are still in the clouds the eight-legged Steed of Odin-Wotan. The white horse, dear to Theodor Storm, poet of Husum, resumes the Gallop of Sleipnir. Under his hooves sand and water are mixed in the same world where Earth and sky blend into the horizon invisible, in a landscape that includes everything, the barren land as the sea without borders. From a marine waters covered Broceliande rise these high rocks that resemble a fortress and a cathedral.

The name itself is hieratic: heiliges Land, the sacred land, that is spelled in multiple ways but always means the same reality, the presence of the mystery, the communion between men and the gods, the meeting among the rocks and clouds, surrounded by a liquid powder always equal, refrigerant and impalpable. Protected against the Roman invaders by a suitable storm, Heligoland was desired over the centuries by all Northern peoples: Frisoni, Angli, Danes, Dutch, Saxons. Before these devastating waves the sacred island was ten times larger than the current surface. Rather than the monarchs of the continent, to always reign long as absolute ruler was a pirate, Klaus Störtebeker, who was the German Hansa boats in the late 14th century. Her adventure ended in Hamburg, where was beheaded after a memorable naval battle. At the time of Napoleon and the continental system, Heligoland passed from Danish domination to British sovereignty. Throughout the 19th century you will see sbarcarci, wet and get cold, travellers coming from the Mainland on board vessels solids. The sacred island welcomed a lone Wanderer intent on devising ways to forge one day an imperial destiny: Hoffmann von Fallersleben stayed on Heligoland for much of September 1841. From the top of the cliffs found Equinox interweave storms all around the fortress a Navy white foam wreath. Inspired by the sound of the sea and the air of the Kaiserquartette of Josef Haydn composed in verse ambitious and marked what became the German national anthem: Germany, Deutschland uüber alles.

In an era in which the poet conceived his verses full of majestic and triumphant nationalism, the island, He climbed the dizzying trails, He was still England's property. We must wait for the year 1890 because the British Empire trade with Germany for… Zanzibar and some other piece of African sand.

For half a century a double combined calling Heligoland – very Wilhelmine – of fortification and tourist resort. In the streets of the village located in the lower part of the island, at the foot of the cliff, you could cross the adepts of Thalassotherapy and submariners licensed. The first Cannon shots of World War I recreational boaters were sent back on the continent, While squadrons of Kaiser and those of her Majesty clashed in open sea, firmly resolved to sinking men and things at depths not exceeding a few dozen metres. At the end of August 1914 the advantage was up to the Royal Navy but the u-boat retaliate self-levelling cruisers to peak. Between the two world wars only some family lived on the island; fishermen catching dozens of thousands lobsters become famous on all boards of resorts of Northern Germany and further up to the capital of the Reich.

A new war rendered sacred island fraught with Flak batteries as fortress. The Royal Air Force arrives to release his bombs only about twenty days before the end of the conflict. This destructive bombardment and killer was not the most terrible. The worst will come after the war. The British wanted to shave literally at sea level the German-Gibraltar. They began the 18 April 1947 exploding 6 thousand tons of ammunition, then air raids, sayings “training” but with real bombs, It happened in an unrelenting blitz hellion that lasted until the spring of 1952.

The black clouds of smoke smelly is not the RAF were still dissipated when a leaden sky by metallic reflections shone a new explosion. This time illuminating and intellectual. In 1953 the pastor of a small village of Northern Frisia published a book-bomb, Der enträtselte Atlantis. In Egypt Jürgen Spanuth had followed since 1933 a fantastic track, Thanks to the inscriptions of the Temple of Medinet Habu, dealing with invaders from the North, called “The sea peoples”, fled from their lands of origin by submersible flutti10. What was their homeland if the mysterious Atlantis described by Plato in Timaeus and Nini? The study of bas-reliefs showed curious similarities with representations of the bronze age. And what was orichalcum unless amber? From this step to locate the center of the “Atlantean civilization” Nordic origin in Heligoland was short and excited Martialis Spanuth boldly. Underwater excavations off the sacred island of the ancients confirmed his hypothesis on the existence of a huge underwater city. Then write a text “final”, Die Atlanter, in which one of the most important myths of our world becomes reality.

When the nightmare of the British bombing ended, the old inhabitants landed in a lunar landscape, on which however soon arose a whole new village, a church and Pier. The birds went back to top. Followed by tourists, more than a million per year. Now don't resemble more to Gibraltar but in Monaco. On tourist brochures as the Sun reigns without compromise, the bronze age that evokes not tanning, While the solar oil becomes degenerate citizens amber palliducci.

Vacationers disembark from cruise ships, ignoring everything about as much as Pluto and Plato does not imagine at all that perhaps are treading with their tired the last vestiges of the mythical Atlantis. Do not include even the meaning of the flag “nazionale” that the wind unfurl North Sea biting on any mast as well as in the hearts of all Frisians of Heligoland. Three horizontal stripes, color green, Red and white. A motto, they know only those who were truly faithful to eternal Heligoland, Islanders or inhabitants of the continent that are, who says:

Grün ist das Land,

Rot ist die Kant,

Wiess ist der Sand.

Das sind die Farben

Von Helgoland.

Green is the Earth, / is the Red Cliff, / bianca is the sand. / These are the colors / of Heligoland!

Here, at the center of a huge and invisible Rune intersection, is the homeland of the gods Northern bronze age unvanquished and survives the unavenged ghost soul of the sea peoples.

JEAN P

Jean P was born in Paris in 1927. Leading exponent of French Radical Right began his career as a journalist in 1949. Former paratrooper, in 1958 is called to active duty and join the Algeria war by getting, for courage in action, the cross for military valour. Deeply critical of 19th-century-style nationalism develops a particular sensitivity to the issues of regionalism and small fatherlands capili: in this context fits its commitment, Since the early 1970s, the ranks of the Union pour la Région Normande. Versatile writer and diversified interests is, with Alain de Benoist, one of the founders of the GRECE and collaborates regularly with the Nouvelle Revue d'Histoire directed by Dominique Venner. He died in Saint-Malo in 2006.