Sonnenheim - the House of the Sun

A few days ago, while taking a trip to the city centre, I watched the children playing in the schoolyard. A warm sun of April was shining through the window and a fine song "Sonnenheim" by Of the Wand and the Moon band was playing in my headphones. All that caused a stream of inexplicable and irrepressible thoughts in my head.

It seemed a placid idyll of everyday life was taking place in the yard.

Playing children, young white persons walking quiet on the pavement; my soul was elevated by midday sunrays and spring warmth. That picture and fascinating melody raised a wonderful vision of the House of the Sun. That's the way it has to be for centuries: ancient sunlit mounds, people enjoying the beams of Sun's grandeur and bright light, Nature charmed with pleasant and calming breath...

The House of the Sun... So close and yet so distant. Close in our primordial striving for the light, and as distant as the Lights of Happiness in a Lithuanian story. Unnatainable from the point of view of our pseudo-reality, rose there where the Sun lets it's golden hair down.

The House of the Sun - the Fatherland of every White person. A distant reign of dreams that could reveal itself for a moment in images of material world. It was like a splash of bright and dazzling thoughts in routine life bounded up with mundane cares. It was something majestic, transcendental and fascinating. It had nothing in common with mad rush of today's world.

It was a touch of the House of the Sun.

The present culture of our world is an anti-culture with all the following conseqences. This can be called a "culture of a railway station" with all the petty attributes of a "station" human. I had recently an occasion to watch this anti-culture and how it displays it's external forms. Dull faces of local philistine; the closer is the station the more it conveyed; the closer is the material anti-cultural colony of these two-legged termites the more varied, primitive and animal-like are the living forms surrounding it. There is no place for the nordic feeling of central individuality in these crawling queues of "city cockroaches"; their primitive collectivism of the crowd breaks any possibility to realize a personal spirit, personal responsibility and personal battle. It blinds, inveigls in it's vortex, paralises spirit, it weakens body and highest feelings. Total primitivism at anything is the main product of mercenary-minded "station" anti-culture!

Personal individualism is not a solitude, not an escape from society, not a petty selfishness.

It is the manifestation of personal Will, uncompromising walk along your own ways and Spiritual Fighter attitude. The rule of "a one is not a warrior" doesn't work here. A one can also reach a lot . To break free from endless "cockroaches' paths", to reject madness of station jobber, to stand strong on one's feet in one's House of the Sun, to direct one's will to the forming world and became the Axis and the Centre of one's Universe.

One's power changes the forms of the universe, and personal ego binds stronger with the concept of Everything. Being alone in his House of the Sun, one revives the most ancient forms of Tradition. This is the true Home of one's Soul, the true Fatherland of one's Spirit, holy inner dwelling-place that are opposing soulless dying house, outer degradation and a narrow world of blind swarming maggots.

The House of the Sun is a state of Spirit, connected with an anticipation of native hearth and Fatherland. The Land bathing in beams of creator deity; the Land which proection is created in the very hearts of ours. And our inner House of the Sun is just a tiny model of grand all-embracing Solar Reign that allways is "beyond" but occasionaly appears "here", although, once appeared flames up the hearts of the Sun's Children for ever .

That inner House of the Sun also radiates it's light in outer world. So we can recognize a Person, a Man, a Creator. Powerful rays of Will and Strength streaming out of him, changing the outer world and gathering allied souls. This is the highest - nordic individualism, causing the self-development and improvement of everyone around, creating shared collective spirit and common House of the Sun. This isn't the lowest "station-like" collectivism, but one united with the highest feelings. Here everyone is a Person and a Creator, a fighter of spirit and true ruler of his life.

At the time of the Summer Solstice the Solar Pillars will raise again and huge fires of Cleansing Flame shall ablaze. This is the moment when through material Flame we can grasp the Flame of Spirit. This is the very moment when the Fire on the mounds of our beloved and suffering Fatherland is fated to kindle divine Flame in our hearts. This is the season when the Gates of the House of the Sun will open wide very close to us. It is the high time to find yourself and your Fatherland anew, a new Europe - the New and the Great House of the Sun.

Weissthorr, WTS-Lietuva (translation by Bewolkter)