Russian Tradition of Spiritual Centre - Belovodye

Belovodye, the White Waters - a mysterious place, an area of eternal snow and mighty ice, which are binding the North Ocean's grey waters, keeping the entrance to the land of Wise Elders, The Highest Unknown Persons. Not living and not humans in human opinion, they abide the Forbidden Land, the Land of Living Flame, Land of Living Gods and Ancestors. Only a few in a hundred of years can enter this Place; neither space, nor time leads here; between Nav' and Yav' and above them, beyond all existing Worlds, from which they once came and from which they are to march again into the Final Battle and for Total Victory. Not interrupted Tradition is here, here are our Gods, Spiritual Elite, bridgehead of our War. According to the legend, from here will stream the Fire to heal the decaying wounds of Saint Rus, to break down the Enemy, from here will come A New Human of aryan blood, that will ride on the White Horse and bring with his Red Sword the New Era, the Eon. Veils of mystery are lifting, showing us the Tales of Belovodye, hidden guiding lines, enciphered in numbers, letters and runes.

Secret area, where all the wisdom and all the glory is concentrated, the Centre of the World, from which the Highest Powers by stealth rule the Earth, this is Shambala, Agarti, aspiring to the only material and spiritual supremacy. Atlantis and Thule, Hyperborea which are so close to us are past by now and not covered by the aureole of life; and a great number of other names tells nothing to us, and out of use. Hidden struggle is led among the doctrines for the truth and primacy of their Centres according to the ancient saying "Ex oriente lux" - "The light is coming from the East". We are the witnesses of a yellow esotery's expansion in our white world. It's not even worth to mention all that, what has come from there and infiltrated in body and soul of our culture. Every bookshop is crammed with "secrets of the great" teachers of the East, and our compatriots become the transmitters of that "light". And the most scaring is that some of them are conscious of doing that.

It's quite natural, that joining in the "great" culture of yellow civilization is not accidental. The following factors are playing their roles for sure:

1. Gradual decline of white civilization. Loss of heathen culture, that has been a spring, a source of spiritual power and life-force of race and folk. The last reserves are being wasted before total destruction, dissolution.

2. Infiltration of judeo-christianic religious elements into our Weltanshauung; our high and durable ideals has been replaced forcibly by ones that are weak and not corresponding to our inner world, memories of blood and ancestors. Historical struggle with that virus created some kind of dangerous vacuum in people's minds, impotence when facing of new waves of danger.

3. The very essence of nordic soul, that had lost something, inaccessible memories, yearning for unexplored and lying beyond the bounds. It is the eternal flames, that has been ablazed by the Fathers of Race.

So, what's happening? Where is our native, how could it be that we have no hope to find our own white sources, is it possible that our Russian land and folk haven't produced the knowledge about our own essence, our own Highest Centre? How came that we are satisfied with borrowing of alien legends and myths, why are we looking beyond, while all to be found is inside us?

Our compass shows the northern direction, but our spiritual compass leads to the true North, as a special place of other World's meeting, Belovodye. The land, cannot be reached by mortals, the land that doesn't resign to weak; doesn't promise, doesn't give hopes, and so we begin to trust in our limits. Belovodye is unattainable, there can't be seen shining face of the Sun, old strength of soil or sea. This is a Pole, the Highest Point, where all of the fetters are unbound, where the chains of slavery fall, this is a Centre - focus of all possibilities. There is no space, there is no life and death, in it's earthly interpretation. Belovodye and North are like dream and sleep, irreal in their reality and real in their snow and ice, crystals of the absolute, where the very time and life and death's flows are frozen. There is no light in the sky of the North, but there is the Light of the Black Sun, the Light of our primordial Fatherland, waiting for us.

Many put back this secret place to the North, farther and farther, even when it is nowhere to be pushed - behind a midnight, as if they were scared to live with it, aware to deal with troubles, take the liberty of sharing another source. But this exactly became the only salvation for russian people. The triumph of the Evil, broke out on the lands of Rus woke the true nordic thirst for action, although it became not a struggle but an escape. Thus were born the Tales of parallel Fatherland; all the holiness and immemorial russian spirit where hidden in spirals, leading to shining lakes of half-existing Kytezh, to unattainable Belovodye. Kytezh never fallen into hands of eastern hordes, sunk and refrected as a light, became a legend of some metaphysical russian lake. Up to now in every village where there is a large lake people say with respect that there in the water rests a church. The sorrow of nation created a path, it became the path itself. The path to inside, into the deapth, upwards and outside, chasing the past, to the underwater spaces of lakes, icy areas, deep woods, gorges and cracks of earth. It is so nagging and piercing, it is so russian. Belovodye itself is probably the solution of russian soul's riddle.

So called "utopia" of Belovodye is also interesting: devoted expression of folk's soul when opressions had grown hateful and spirit demanded for action. And so russian people "ran in order to shirk somehow the work" all along of their history. The particular direction of that escape was unimportant, it always were uninhabited areas: at first north-east of Rus - away from christianity and churches, then east to Siberia, and when there was already no place to run - south, from Altai to mountainous and woody areas, away from mundane evil and arbitrary. Exactly thither, from where comes "light from the east". This encounter appears to be weird and not accidental.

Everyone have heard a lot about Belovodye there. Authorities judged and punished those who went to Belovodye. But people lent an ear to the tales about it. In Altai there are many names of white waters: White lake, White river, river Belokuriha (Blond river). There are also the names of localities: White village, mountain Beluha. People call the snowy peaks of mountains "belki' - "whitenings". But there wasn't a place called "Belovodye". But it was looked for. White Land isn't necessary covered with ice or water. The expression "a white land" preserved an ancient meaning of the word "white" - clean, pure, free. The last word was especially clear for the peasants: the land free of taxes, free from authorities.

It seems at first sight the peasants were running from work, but beating and mutilations of body weren't so frightening as the bleeding, stiffness of the soul. Authorities and church appeared to be stooges of darkness and evil, demons, unhumans. So spiritual slavery was more terrifying. Heathen spirit of freedom always shone bright in Russians. While they were baptized and enslaved it became stronger through such disasters. Unconscious, in the heat of pagan passion. It was an escape from church's hand and slave labour. Striving for "a white land", pure, clean, free. It was like a bright flash when folk realizes it's true fate, like a sharp feeling of justice. A land free of taxes and authority power was essential for peasants. That was an utopia, religious and social... to find the land without powers of antichrist, to broke with all of the governments and their laws, to disappear there, where no one can find[1].

Secret maps of "runners" always were marked with a final destination, Belovodye. Less then ten recordings of the wanderers' "routs" remained. They were found one by one among the papers'archives. All of them deal with "eastern" Belovodye, but there was a primordial, "northern" Belovodye, that was situated on a shore of cold and snowy sea, i.e. the Arctic Ocean, and sometimes were appeared to be an island [2] . In that area "there are dark woods, high mountains and stony clefts [...] During the winter frost can be extraordinal, clefting the earth". In Old Belief writings it is said over and over again about those cracks, hidden from the Serpent. There one can find a salvation from infernal flame, extinguish it amidst the waters, where it cannot burst through the earth. Water is then the only element separating the people from the celestial kingdom. Only that can reach it who "lays zealous and ardent wish not to ever come back." So, there is no return from Belovodye[3]!

Thus fades the utopia and in that impossibility of return rises the anti-utopia with that spirit, saying: "There's anything within you, Rus is inside, life is inside, God is inside, power is inside, sleep is inside, death is inside you". It's not an escape anymore, nor retreat neither despair, on the contrary, it's the statement of still being alive, telling us: "I will not live by any laws except the laws of my own essence". From here comes a new spiritual world, a free one, beyond all the arbitrariness of a jail, a concentrational deadlock. This is a bright a burning knowledge, driving mad weaks, that all is within us, we are able to do everything, for we have the freedom on our land. All that, located beyond the land and beyond us, doesn't have any sense.

So this is immemorial russian Tradition, an opposition to any evil, an anarchy of fathomless cave-souls, where there are wanderers, each finding his own Centre, Belovodye, but rising together to a secret, new, second Rus. This is also the highest nordic mystery of returning, that the ancient philosophers of Greece and Rome told about together with german aryosophers, european gnostics and prophets... The Great people were straining to Celestial Halls by means of lower, earthly areas, as if they had known exactly what should they find in Tibet, Shambala, Agarti.

Yes, it is not exactly an enigmatic soul of russian soul... but we cannot even compare this quite different phenomena, even if they appear to be the sections of the same chain. In the Light of Tibet those adepts get the reflection of the Nordic Steeples of Hyperborean Towns...

Hence Tibet was just a landmark, the devious way to Hyperborea-Thule of "runners". Also Tibet wasn't yellow, exactly there was preserved in all possible purity the aryan knowledge, that woke white race in the times of the Third Reich to that fight against universal evil, darkness and antichrist. And could the tragedy, take place between the people of Germany and Russia, be one of the rounds to the final goal, the next flash of spirit, a cleansing, baptizing with fire?

So tell some notes left by Ernst Sheffer, who was going with Karl Maria Willigut to Tibet expedition, initiated by SS: "It was a glance of tibet lama. He was in trance. Then he started to talk in strange guttural voice: "Tonight I've called my friends in Abyssinia, America, Japan and Tibet. I called everyone who came from other world to create the new state. The spirit of Western Europe is completely wasted. We are facing a great mission. A new era is coming. This is the inevitability of the cosmic law. Dalay lama holds one of the keys in monastery of Tibet."

A handful of initiated into the secret were going to change the world, to transform it in the secret light of the Black Sun of Tibet, the Black Sun of Primordial Fatherland. The difference between them and the "runners" is only the thrown down challenge, the accepted battle with this evil. But even those Brave had forerunners! A descendant of the Teutonic order knights, serving the Russian Empire with honour and loyalty as the fates decree, having adopted aryan Buddhism, a member of White movement, the Demon of War - baron von Ungern. But his historical role is not as simple as his strivings and his Weltanschauung.

"- Tibet?

Yes. A roof of the world. Dalay Lama, the highest priest of Buddhism is in Lhasa. As compared with him Kutuktu occupies only the third grade of hierarchy. I have made a mistake from the very beginning: the centre of Asia is not exactly in Mongolia. This is just an external circle, a Shield. We are to travel to Tibet.

He pounded in frenzy with a bamboo walking-stick on the map where there was the Himalai.

There on the mountain peaks we shall find the people, that haven't forgot their aryan ancestors yet. There, on the vertiginous border of India and China my empire will revive. We shall speak Sanskrit and live according to the principles of Rig-Veda. We shall find the law, forgotten by Europe. And the light of the North will shine again. The eternal law that has dissolved in the waters of Gang and Mediterranean will triumph.

Baron stand up. His eyes were sparkling. The voice became a wheeze. He was hollow-checked from tiredness, his face was covered with fair stubble. He shook his hair, naked the huge forehead. Lone and frail commander of the people, swallowed by centuries' darkness, he went on:

My Order is to be on the peaks of the mountains. Between Nepal and Tibet I shall build the school, teaching strength that is needed even more than wisdom.

His eyes were shining feverish as he shouted:

It's all prepared! Lhasa is waiting for me! I shall discover the secret of runes hidden in temples' cache. My Order of warrior-monks will become a unprecedented army. And then Asia, Europe and America will tremble..."

All of that people believed in a regeneration of white civilization, a revival of it's spirit, a triumph of nordic Light. They were the guardians awaiting for something new, great and splendid to come. Brought parallels are not accidental, and not accidental are the tales about Belovodye among russian people. Being not so elevated they are the basis of dazzling future of spirit, awaiting for us.

Let's appeal to ourselves. We, the Hyperboreans know, how different we are from the others. "Nor through the land neither by sea can you find the way to Hyperboreans" - Pindar already thought of us as that. Our life and success are behind the other side of North, ice and death. We discovered happiness, we know the path, we found the exit from thousand years of labyrinth. [...] It's better to live among ice than under warm currents of modern virtues. We were brave enough, we didn't had mercy nor on ourselves neither on others, but long we didn't know were should we direct our courage. We were sombre and said to be the fatalists. Our fatum was effort, collecting of powers. We were striving for storms and battles, we stayed far from happiness of the weaklings, from "meekness". Stormy clouds around, gloom is inside us: we hadn't a way before, now the formula of our happiness is: the Yes, the No, the one straight line, the one aim.

We say we will stay true to ourselves till the very death and beyond the North, ice and death... We and our lives, our success, our way and Belovodye is in the light of the Black Sun.

[1] An escape was elevated to the rank of faith by the Old Belief sect of "runners". They didn't knew clearly christian teachings and doctrines and in fact, were some kind of pagans.

[2] Therefore a mythic Atlantida with it's geographical position as an island is close to us. It refers that Belovodye is an object of "beyond material" and cosmic. The North is dealing with quite another type of reality. Eastern Shambala however can be a real, earthly location, a copy of celestial Belovodye, thus it is still attainable and many adepts have visited it and had some connective channels with that place. But still the symbol of Tibet is the Black Sun. So we can imagine what kind of a light emanates from that place and how it shows itself in a material world.

[3] People return from Shambala and in the light of tales about Belovodye we can suppose that Shambala is not the exactly the same as it is told. This way our suppositions of smoothness, plurality and split of Celestial Image became more likely.

WTS-Russia - Frater S.I. /translation by Bewolkter/