The Kingfishers
a high-stakes game of Risk between the tribal spirits of Aryans and Semites
Himmel Wendel, the Heavenly Wanderer, stood over the Earth wearing a winged helm of gold, wrapped in white furs, girt in a bronze power-belt, emblazoned with amber and silver jewelry. He was not alone, but stood with a host of his golden kindred – those of the lands and seas, heavens and deeps, those of polar and solar origin, icy and hoary, great in power and glory – and this heavenly family was arrayed against foreign spirits both dark and bright. The cosmos swirled ever into infinity, a cycle everlasting, and the Earth was set like a board-game between mighty spiritual powers.
The spirits entered the Earth and shaped it to their will, changing land and beast as would a potter shaping clay. Himmel took his children to the north where they entered wide basins and sheltered with mega fauna against the bitter colds of the polar snows. It was evident that they were fast becoming masters for they were entering into competition with other races for dominance over the Earth and had already made great strides towards eventual victory. The risky game of life began with bone spears thrown into the hearts of Neanderthals and stone hammer blows upon their gargantuan skulls. Dark fears were placed into the hearts of these northern men, and they became tribal, mimicking the traits of the wolf packs and tamed hounds. Over the course of thousands of years, Himmel helped his children even further as they survived the Ice Age and the war against the cannibal Neanderthals – the game had just started, and yet his children were already conquering the whole northern hemisphere in a bloody riot.
The weakened spirits who were bound and tied to the Neanderthals cried out against Himmel: “You must stop your children, they will defeat us and we shall have no place upon the board for our pieces.”
“How would I stop my children?” Himmel asked the foreign spirits. “They act of their own accord and will-to-power. They are not slaves, unlike your own broods. Besides, why would I stop my children? The game will soon be won. They have tamed the hound and the icy north, hunted the great mammoth and saber tooth tiger. Nothing can defeat my Northern Children now that they've entered their ascendancy.”
A ghastly visage appeared in the void – a snake, a wyrm, a hunchbacked goblin wearing rubies and diamonds, crowned with bones and girt with purple silks. Golden rings dangled from ear tip and nose tip, and the splendor of kings was mantled upon its shoulders. Behind the creature there came a nebulous host of shapeshifters, oathbreakers, and shining messengers.
“What good is a game without competition?” it asked. "You are felonious, Himmel.” The creature proclaimed as it set itself up across the Earth as his opponent, always watching Himmel with red eyes and a sour face. “Your children will fight among themselves, for there will be no competition until they create it in their hubris. You have defeated the cold north and the Neanderthal, but now you will have to contend with the hot south and the Desert Children. The challenge has been made, for the cascading dominoes will bring our children together for battle. East Asia, India, and the Middle East will absorb the last of the Neanderthals, and new enemies will grow strong, waiting for your turn.”
Himmel’s turn was fast approaching, but he was ready. The Northern Children soon discovered metals in the Earth with the help of their Gods, and this kick-started the rise of the Heryos and the Koryos, the beginning of tribal aristocracy based on blood and patrilineal oaths going back to the Sky Father. Thus, the Calcolithic moved to the Bronze Age, and the children turned bronze against bronze, stone against stone, and they sharpened themselves against themselves in the fiery forges of Europe and Eurasia. As they fought amongst themselves, their noblest became isolated in Europe, and their skin became lighter and their hair more blonde, similar to the purifying of metals to create stronger substance. These pieces of the Aryan race stayed in Europe and forged themselves into pure crystal, and the multitude of Corded Ware expansions birthed countless tribes under the primordial sun cast over the storied steppes.
The Corded Ware expansion spread outwards like a tree with healthy roots and tendrils, and they began to conquer far lands and foreign races, from Asia to India, to Anatolia and North Africa. Nothing could stop the tidal wave of mannerbunds, nothing but far distant beaches and alien shores; but the foreign spirits grew angered with Himmel Wendel, and demanded that he do something about his children. The foreign children were falling battle, their great polities were crumbling, and the Northern Children were setting up noble lines in foreign civilizations many thousands of miles away from their legendary homeland on the storied steppes, mimicking the great migrations of the early Stone Age.
Chariots, horses, cattle, great herds, and mighty warbands dominated the Earth. Himmel had been wandering with his children, who he was now calling the Aryans, the noble white race of the Sky Father. When he heard the cries of the foreign spirits, Himmel tried to ignore them as though they were only the cries of beaten enemies on the field of battle, but he struggled with their madness and cruelty, so he finally addressed them.
“Fools!” Himmel thundered, and each of his words struck like lightening into the hearts of his opponents. “This game was won thousands of years ago. Don't you see? The Northern Children are now pale and beautiful, ruddy and joyous, strong and noble, and they learned of kings and emperors through meditating on their divine blood which flows from me, their father. They are devoted to me and fervent in their worship. They care for the Earth and her animals, and they have tamed the auroch and the horse, and through watching the turning of the sun, moon, and stars, they have begun to understand the deeper meaning of the cosmos. They have created the wheel and the sailing ship, and their bronze weapons are capable of defeating any stone spear. You have lost. This is a risky game, after all.”
Then, there came the sound of wicked laughter, and a familiar voice from the beginning of the game. "Riskier than you can imagine, Himmel Wendel. Behold, for my children are ready for dominion!"
Before Himmel could address the goblin, he beheld the Earth, and lo! the conquered slaves of the Aryans were mixing with their masters from India and Western China, all over Eurasia and the Middle East, and even in Anatolia. Constant back-and-forth migrations, assassinations, depositions, poisonings, and dastardly miscegenation became the name of the game. Religious strife and dynastic changes swept over the Aryan world, and soon the spiritual conception of the Sky Father was distorted just as the mixed-race children who inhabited those lands. The center of the conflict started in Anatolia and it took many hundreds of years to fully settle into dust, it was spurned on by foreigners stealing princesses, and ended with Greeks warring against Trojans, Hellenes versus Luwians. Great Achilles and Ajax, Hector and Paris, Agamemnon and Priam. Kings and champions who fell into bright legend.
“How will your children know each other now?” the goblin creature smirked and gloated. “You conquered Europe from the Neanderthals and your children grew strong in the icy forges, but once they were tired fighting each other, they expanded so far and so wide that they upset remnants and ancient enemies. The aboriginal hominids of the world are now up for grabs, all enslaved and treated like cattle! You did not stop your children in their masterful folly, when you knew that they should have slain all foreign races to the last for full dominance in their new lands. But, instead, they grew greedy and wealthy over vast empires of caste-systems and trade-networks, and their small numbers pressed them into marriages with foreigners until the most noble of them were either mixed, dead, or fled. Now, they have bastards far and wide. I will take those into my fold and call them my own. You shall watch as your bastard children turn a dagger against the North. White children will be slain and eaten, European women will be raped and beaten, and Aryan men will be dishonored and defeated.”
“And to think that you are the one who called me felonious all those years ago!” Himmel exclaimed.
“When did I ever say that?” The creature clasped its hands together as though it were trying to sell something to him.
Slowly, Himmel started to hate this creature. “What is your name and who are your children?”
“I own the entire Earth. This board is mine. You are just an interloper, an affirmed usurper, a self-identified wanderer in the skies. My children inhabit the entire Earth, for all races are mine, and all spirits will bend the knee to me. I created this world. You shall know me by the name of my chosen children – behold!”
From the heartland of the Middle East there came a wandering tribe which assailed the Levant and settled in the south near Egypt. Already, there was confusion as to the origins of these people. Disparate peoples came together in that dark hour to announce their claim on the world. There came rebel chieftains from Ur, princely scholars from Salem, desert warriors from the waste deeps of the Sinai, and exiled priests castaway from Egypt. Desert raiders, merchants, and priests became embroiled in wars with the Egyptians and Canaanites until their nobility was mixed into those peoples, and from this Levantine stronghold they created Israel, signifying those who wrestle with El, their tribal spirit. However, Himmel inspected the board and found that similar to their murky origins, so too was their chosen god a murky figure, seemingly changing with the seasons and tides of history.
They named their god El. Other names and titles were given to him according the enemies he defeated and the qualities of his spirit; indeed, the God of the Israelites was intent on asserting his authority over all other tribes and gods, and with each conquering did he change shape and form somewhat to better fit the new paradigm. Therefore, some of the foreign spirits murmured that El was truly Yahweh in disguise, but there was debate whether these were the same spirits. To confuse the matter even further, this Levantine tribe often degenerated from this monolatry worship and followed the gods of nearby folks, generally dastardly gods who required child-sacrifice such as Moloch, a prelude to the whispered Satan.
Furthermore, when Himmel inspected the situation closer, it appeared that the scholars of the semitic peoples came up with elaborate conceptions for their most high being and attached these to ancient tribal stories about a tribal progenitor, and thus they pulled from all nearby cultures to create their nation and state-religion which bound their disparate folk together.
“I do not understand,” Himmel proclaimed. “The Semites worship many gods, and they are a mixed peoples. I see many spirits governing Semites. Look, even now your people are battling each other in the Middle East. Who are you to claim leadership through this one nation of Israel? And, you still have not given your true name.”
The creature only smirked. “Blood-covenants made in the desert, bound in secrecy. Chaldea, Egypt, or Canaan? What else can be said? Bronze sharpens bronze, does it not? Kings need their subjects. Chieftains their kinsmen. Shepherds their flocks.”
It was clear to Himmel that regardless of the controversy this was the very spirit behind the foreign races who were constantly at war with his Aryans. “If you will not name yourself, then I shall name you Kikel, for you are like the serpent encircled around the roots of the world-tree, cunning and powerful.”
The creature recoiled at being named. “Clever! Such names will become popular for my children. Your children will come up with all sorts of clever little names. This suits us just fine. So long as you do not name us, so long as our names are hidden from you, our languages confusing, our ways mysterious… then you shall never be capable of defeating us. I will usurp your rule. King David will inspire your children for generations to come, and your children will eventually name themselves after these great champions of Israel.”
Himmel was astounded by his statements and looked closely for the hidden lie; for how could a tiny nation in the Levant ever claim such a mighty status in history? “How will you do that? My children command the majority of the world, and our traditions and cultures still dominate the gestalt of the Earth. Our chariots cannot be stopped, even now Anatolia and the Caucuses have become the battleground of empires. You cannot defeat me with merchant-empires and mystery cults.”
Kikel was not a weak opponent. He applauded Himmel and his bronze-warriors. “Well-done, but now you must witness the reality of the situation. Observe. The religious schisms of the Aryans have created a cascading effect, a whirlwind of revolutions one might say. The Bronze Age collapses, and the Axial Age arises. I have no control over what will be created, this is the folly of the foreign spirits who your children are now falling towards. However, I hold sway over the other races and their gods, they are subservient to me, as you shall soon see. I am the universalizer, the chaotic neutralizer, the wicked pacifier. In my absence, I leave behind peace and ruin. You are like a hammer to the anvil, but I shall be like the surgical tool cutting away at soft defenses to reach the treasure beneath.”
Kikel was correct, for the Aryan expansions in the East and South were turning into little more than multi-cultural empires ruled by merchants, priests, and corrupt nobles from bastard lines. New tribes came to the ascendancy, tribes of mixed origin, and the turn came to Himmel and the Northern Children. He grit his teeth and fished for a king.
“My children will respond with assaults against your oathbreaking and kingslaying,” Himmel said, and he saw Alexander the Great rise to conquer all of Asia from bastard nobles indebted to usurious bankers. He pushed the foreign hordes beneath his heel and made them submit from Persia to India.
Then, Alexander died drunk and sick, and his empire became little more than a pale comparison of the North. Kikel laughed with calm assurance. “My children will poison yours with honeyed words, sweet wines, and venom from snakes.”
“Alexander was just the first,” Himmel chunnered to himself as he fished for a new king.
“The game is cutting close, eh? Tell me, Heavenly Wanderer, how do your children know you?” Kikel asked.
Himmel felt his chest swell with pride. “They know me as their Sky Father, and I have many names and epithets befitting my station. Once known as the Dyeus Pater, I am now Jupiter and Zeus, Odin and the Dagda, and many more besides. I am always remembered as the All-Father who dwells in the Heavens above, no matter where they go, for they recognize that their divine blood descends through me, their tribal defender and champion, patron and progenitor, creator of the cosmos where I reside, for this is my household, and this is my game.”
“Why do they love you?” Kikel asked with a wry look on his face.
“I provide them with succor through the noble spirits that I gifted to them,” Himmel explained without caution, “and through the divine blood that flows in their veins which they observe through oath and ritual. They love me because I am their father.”
"You are their King? Priest? Judge? Protector? Savior? Redeemer?" Kikel was almost gloating at this point.
“I am the All-Father. I am all of those things and more. I am the good-god. The Horse-Lord. I am the Striker, Thunderer, Lord, and Master combined into one High King. I ordered this game, this Heaven and Earth, through my offspring and noble peers who administer my rule. I know the secrets of the cosmos and the rules of the game, and I give authority to all fathers, chieftains, and kings through my breath and blood. I am the Heavenly Father who gave the Northern Children life. We are oathed to each other.”
Kikel waved his hand at Himmel as if to say “enough” - then the creature inspected the board, clearly intent on using this information to his own advantage. The Hellenized empires of Alexander were washing away now, but remnants lingered in Anatolia and the Levant, leaking knowledge, wisdom, and culture to those savage peoples. The Aryans continued to fight among themselves, their empires and kingdoms rising and falling endlessly in splendor and majesty, constantly strengthening themselves into iron. Through the long wars of the Celts, Germans, and Mediterraneans, the great empire of Rome arose to eventually climax with Caesar and the Emperors. It stretched east and conquered bastard lands, even taking Israel. Himmel turned and looked at his opponent with satisfaction on his face. His children were dominating, and he was raising mighty kings faster than the eye could behold.
“You have done enough, stop!” Kikel cried out in pain. “I believe that the game is about to get interesting. You are correct. We do not control our children. They act of their own accord and will-to-power, and all we can do is shape them to our spirits. However, I believe that soon, quite soon, we will wish we could control our wayward children.”
Himmel watched as the Israelites splintered into a diaspora. The strongest remained, the crafty liars and cunning warriors, and these slowly reclaimed all the south through intrigue and slavery. The white-folk in those lands dwindled into hidden mountains, and the rest were mixed away. The Israelites were cunning, but not cunning enough, and the Romans broke them to pieces. From the ashes there came a man who trained with the Essenes and the rabbis of Israel, and he was declared to be the long-awaited Messiah of Israel. This was Jesus Christ, and some claimed he was Galilean, others that he was Samaritan, and still others claimed he was purely of the House of Judah. The truth was perhaps a mixture of all of these things, but the biggest claim was that he was the God of Israel incarnate into human form for the fulfillment of prophecy which would unite the whole world together under the true authority of the one god of the cosmos, Yahweh.
Himmel looked at Kikel and laughed. “This will not work.”
The creature was exasperated, sweating as he controlled his pieces from spreading too thin and weakening his defenses. “This is not of my doing. I am disgusted by some of the things that this man is saying, and he speaks more like a Greek than a Jew. This must be your doing, reverberations from the Axial Age. He is claiming to come from a Father in Heaven, and his followers have spread this teaching to Aryan peoples. Look, there are Celts, Greeks, and Romans flocking to me, and some are even circumcised. And behold, the diaspora of my chosen children moves ever closer to the heart of Europe like the tendrils of a parasitic worm. They are on the steppes, and they are in Iberia and Italy. They are mixing with your children. Why would this please me? Israel has fallen, it is yours now.”
Himmel glanced at the board and saw shifting pieces, allegiances changing, tribes rising and falling, and households crumbling as foreign ones moved ever closer to the heartland of his children. He grew enraged. “I cannot allow this! The Aryans are oathed to me and I have a duty to those oaths. For tens of thousands of years, they have honored their fathers and nature, slowly recognizing me until they made oaths to me, oaths which I hold in my hands, my power. I will not renege on these oaths. You may think these oaths are weaker than your covenants, but blood begets blood, and wisdom falls to the authority of antiquity, the ancestral principle. You must understand that these oaths go beyond simple contracts to touch upon our very beings. We became bound to each other from the first moment their fathers oathed to me on the primordial steppe. I was watching and helping long before they made those oaths, but once made, they cannot be broken by me, and I will hold them accountable. The Northern Children, the Aryan race… they are in my debt, and under my care as dependents, from the moment of their making in the primordial dawn.”
“We do not control our children, remember? If they wish to leave us like adolescent teenagers leaving an abusive household, then so be it. We are simply trading pieces.” Kikel chided.
The spirits watched the Earth in confusion. Foreign spirits who sometimes battled with Himmel and Kikel were now looking at the spreading faith with new eyes, and battle lines were being drawn where before there had been little contact. Christianity rose in Europe, Anatolia, and North Africa through peaceful means and soft words, attitudes, and teachings. Servants and slaves, then women and nobles, then whole tribes and peoples were turning to the new faith. In the confusion of this vast conversion the old religions were scorned and outlawed one by one, until there were brother-wars which once more strengthened the Aryans, creating new alliances and tribal formations. Daring pagans battled against skillful Christians, and Europe was poised on the edge of a sword.
However, this time the tables had been turned against the Aryans as a whole, and Asiatics and Arabics invaded many lands and took control of the East and South. Europe was defended by pagans and Christians alike, and in the bloody wars to defend tribe, home, and race did Christianity adopt many Aryan tendencies, for the Aryans could never truly turn from their ancestral background as noble warriors and conquerors. The Asiatics were beaten back to the East, and the game was focused on the divide between pagan Europe and Christian Europe – amidst all of this, Christianity adopted many pagan ways and practices, and the peoples of Europe continued to hold onto the past as though they were treasured strands of a torn tapestry. Alaric and Attila. Julian the Apostate and Constantine. Niall of the Nine Hostages and Charles Martel. Charlemagne and Cnut. Alfred the Great and Haakon Sigurdsson. Kings and rulers, noble conquerors and wise representatives, Christians and pagans, enemies and opponents, men who moved the world and shaped it to their will, they rose and fell like thunderous waves across Europe.
“This is the weakest your children have ever been, hemmed into Europe alone, forgetting their deep tribal histories, forgetting their supposed gods,” Kikel gloated. “See, they begin to become indebted to my children and they mix with them in the ghettos and palaces.”
Himmel sighed as he inspected the board. “You are correct in some sense, but wrong in many others. Let us recap the game. The Northern Children expanded far and wide in the Stone and Bronze Ages, perhaps overextending themselves. They uncovered many secrets and technologies, taming beasts and foreign men to their will. Unfortunately, only the animals truly followed their lead, and the foreigners have become mighty in their stead, adopting the ways of my children and taking back aboriginal lands. Now, my children adopt foreign ways and mix them with their own, and they lose lands which they have held since primordial times. However, you think that these are severe losses when they are not, for I was not enraged until your children began to subvert my own. Now, look. The Arabs are coming up with some new plot, and they expand like an empire of the north, mimicking their greaters. You have mixed things together, and now the board is a mess.”
“This is true,” Kikel admitted. “The Arabs are my strong-arm, like desert-trolls, but often like wayward golems. Jews are worms, but useful tools even if they are traitors. Watch as they open the Gates of Toledo and the Visigoths fall. However, I did not cause for Christianity to become so militant and tribal.”
Himmel smiled. “This comes from my spirit which flows endlessly into the folk. The Heavenly Father demands blood from the semites and justice for fallen brethren, raped children, and slain women. Watch!”
The Germanic Christians looked upon the semitic menace with dire anger, and they started a Reconquista, turning from constant conflict with the pagan world and even calling upon it at times as they focused more on martial might than redemptive mercy. The Rhineland Massacres and the Crusades began in earnest, and Aryans began to expand once more, even as the great Byzantine Empire slowly started to fall to ruin. Asiatics and Arabs took advantage and pushed in, but so did many Aryans, and Christianity became nationalistic and patriotic. Slowly, the last of the pagans were defeated and converted, and the borders of a new Europe were being drawn. Walls were put up, castles were built, and great roads connected distant lands. The Germanic Christians dominated the West, and making contracts and marriages, they spread their noble blood and noble obligations. All this time, the Ottomans pushed ever eastwards and claimed much of Eastern Europe and forced Islam onto Northern Children.
Himmel grew sick of this game. “You might think my children are mighty now, but there are cracks in this new feudalism. I can tell that your people are spreading their lies even now. Pharisees never stop converting and infiltrating.” Himmel said, shaking his head at how the game was turning.
Too many great and noble tribes fell to create the new West, but at least there were enough oaths and alliances to defend it from foreign enemies, at least for now. He peered at the board and followed his children, wandering with them through their struggles and keeping them focused on what mattered – mother, father, tribe, nation, and faith in a good-father in Heaven. This faith, mixed and mingled though it was in truth, allowed for Himmel and his kindred spirits to speak into the hearts of his children, and syncretic religions sprouted up in Western and Eastern Europe under the dying pagan influence of the Gaels, Germans, Nords, Baltics, Slavs, and Greeks. The folkish art of the Culdees, the divine imperialism of Rome, the militaristic honor of Germans, the aesthetic mysticism of the Slavs, all touched upon by Neo-Platonic Christian theologians and scholastic revelations. Europe rose with crusades and viking raids, pagans marched with Christian Emperors, and foreign tyrants trembled at the divine fury of the Aryan.
The European nations turned on themselves again, this time under the constant influence of internal populations of Jews, a similar process that occurred in Anatolia with Byzantine, and in Spain with the Visigoths. This time, the wars were against the very religious systems of Europe, and Catholics and Protestants warred for hundreds of years, instigating much ethnic conflict in the process. However, in the process of all of this, the Eastern countries of Europe gained freedom from the Ottomans as their empire was pushed back to the brink of Europe. The world was open to Europe, and they looked outside of themselves and began to sail far and wide in search of new lands to escape all of the bloodshed. Their Faustian spirit was rising.
“Behold!” Kikel announced, laughing at the changing pieces on the board. “Europe defeats its enemies only to fight themselves once more. This time, the very ideas which bind your nations together! In Italy and France they are playing with new enlightened ideas, and look at Cromwell, funded by my children and killing his King and noble Gaels. Ha, nobility indeed.”
“Such enlightened ideas do not bother me, they are in fact rediscovering themselves and nature,” Himmel said, nodding and inspecting the pieces with focused intent, “but Cromwell cannot pass his power on to his sons because the divine right is not in his blood, the divine authority of Kings is being protected by brave Gaels and Anglos.”
Kikel was certain that he was winning. “Ah, but the revolutionary idea has spread. Look, they depose the Stuart for the Hanover, and America rebels shortly after – no kings, ahaha! Even France is now killing their king and nobility. Oh, how quickly things can spiral out of your control.”
Himmel smirked, for he saw something his enemy did not. “Their revolutionary ideas are indeed spreading, but a counter-reaction is boiling to claim that energy. Look, Napolean and Divine Kingship arises like an emperor in France. You can laugh all you want, but Aryans are nothing if not filled with surprises. From the fall of Napolean, you shall see armies and nations strong with zeal for life and an interest to govern the world.”
“Napolean will die on an island, poisoned or sick, what does it matter?” Kikel guffawed.
“Perhaps. He wasn’t perfect. No one seems capable of removing your menace.” Himmel scrutinized the situation. “I will simply turn liberalism on its head, and humanitarians and industrialists will prove their authority through legal means. Lawyers and politicians now contend with moguls and cattle barons.”
The Aryans were manifesting their destinies using their new industries. Americans were conquering a new continent, along with the Australians, and the Afrikaaners were set to do the same deed. Cowboys, pilgrims, and explorers dominated the West. They expanded in ways unforeseen and new technologies put stress on the world. Colonization and slavery were becoming unpopular. The world was becoming modernized, slowly, bit by bit. Then, America broke into civil war and the bloody outcome was terrible for the future. Freed slaves were allowed to stay and integrate into American society. The whole affair, the slavery, the bloody civil war, and the integration of blacks as near-equals was enough to bother the psyche of the Aryan, and a slow shift began, spurned on by Jews.
Kikel chuckled, knowing that Himmel didn’t notice that the foreign slavery was akin to the old caste systems of the Aryans, which always lead to ruin and dismay. “Your children may be capable of conquering entirely new lands unknown to prior history, but you are overextending yourself once again. Watch as my children create world wars using these new technologies and egalitarian ideas of life and liberty.”
Christianity was becoming weak under new judaized teachings and egalitarian liberal ideas slowly pushed inwards until the board was a confusing mess, and neither of the spirits truly knew who was playing on which team. Finally, Europe imploded into World War, and the Jews caused for Germany and Russia to collapse under Communism. Communism, the creation of Marx and Lenin, the great evil, the leviathian wrapped around the lifetree of Europe. This murderous idea spread into the liberal west like a poison and it turned Aryans into utter tools for Semites, degenerating them into a lower-class of human known as "the lemming" who would forever be forced to run off a cliff and fall to its death. The Red Scare was sweeping the East, and religious patriots, imperialists, nationalists, and tribalists were hunted down or forced to submission. Himmel noticed that the board was rapidly changing pieces and allegiances were fast-changing against his odds.
Himmel fished for a king but found something a little different.
The painter and war veteran, Adolf Hitler, rose in Germany to stop the Communist menace and revive the Aryan spirit with National Socialism. He saved Germany from liberal degeneracy and expanded outwards as all Aryans innately desire for their peoples, and he made new alliances and oaths with kindred peoples based on shared blood and ancestry. Under his rule, Germans were allowed to pursue all tribal, ethnic, and national mysteries and histories, and old attitudes from militant Christians and esoteric pagans returned, setting down seeds for a revival that would come much later. The other European nations were perplexed, and many were siding with Hitler, while others were following the whispered lies of bankers and priests. Himmel knew that this ploy would pay out in the end, but he saw Stalin, Churchill, and Roosevelt rising to face him.
Tanks. Missiles. Atomic bombs. World War Two started in earnest. Britain turned against her cousins completely, deciding to side with the Zionist Jews who were pushing for Israel to be remade. So, the deal was struck in an attempt to avoid war, but war still came and Germany was forced to advance against Communism in the East, and Capitalism in the West. The war was going in Germany's favor until America got involved, then the whole play was over. Imperialism and nationalism would not stand to liberal egalitarianism and communism. Thus, Germany burned, Germans and Christians were shamed, and the real Holocaust of tens of millions of Europeans was covered up by the Jews who claimed a Holocaust of six million for themselves, an erroneous number. Britain gave up Palestine, and Israel became a new nation.
Kikel poked at his opponent. “Germany is out, Israel is on the ascendancy. I will win this game, Himmel. Watch as your folk become nothing but pawns for mine.”
Himmel knew he was in trouble, but he pushed back with fervent leal towards his children, and they followed suit. “Yes, but America is pushing back. See, they have a nationalist and anti-communist redoubt in rural America. Australians, Europeans, even the stranded Aryans in Africa show resistance. Ha! Even Nazis escape to North and South America, and plenty are integrating into the Anglosphere.” Himmel enumerated, pretending to show little concern.
Deep down he knew things were dark. His folk were losing rights and privileges formed on the ancient steppes and enforced through long centuries of aristocratic and religious rule, lastly enshrined through constitutional law and property rights. Regardless, his ploy seemed to be working, and Kikel took the proffered bait and lunged.
Kikel seemed to be foaming at the mouth. “But see, my children take over the universities and churches, and now they push for Civil Rights for all! Ha, they use your own myths against you. From Christ to the Civil War, each of your victories and defeats will be called into question. The age of White Guilt is coming, and the nuclear family will utterly replace the clan and household. Your children will flail impotently at Communism around the world, but they will always be pushing the interests of my children in the end. Aryans are losing all tradition and culture, their identity is called into question. They will pay the price of the Holocaust tens times over, and still more shall be owed to Israel.”
Himmel laughed with berserk glee, a bear defending his holdings. “What do you think this means? That you have broken down tradition? Even if that were true, it only means you have given them the very tools to defeat you. Watch!”
Israel was dominant now, but it had to play a game of shadows, cloak and dagger, a kaleidoscope of changing loyalties and alliances. The British Empire dismantled itself, Rhodesia fell in Africa, the Berlin Wall crumbled, then there was recession in the 90's and great liberal changes, finally the Twin Towers were toppled under the guidance of Mossad and the board was set for the next thirty years. America went to war in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Syria, all for the interests of Israel but under the casus beli of 9/11 and terrorism.
“You think you are winning, Kikel.” Himmel said, knowing that things were going to turn in his favor now. “Look closer. As you chased Nazis into Argentina, Rockwell made hundreds more in America, and he spurned on Pierce, who created dozens more. When your children did 9/11, millions became disillusioned with the whole affair, and now your people are breaking up their peaceful protests against predatory bankers and usurious internationalists on Wall Street. Your children cannot fight – they can only topple economies and disrupt the peace. You are going to use ethnic conflict to try and defeat my children, but you are also trying to disarm them of their ethnic identity – clearly, you have not thought this through.”
“Not true in the slightest, my dear foe. Israel has fought many wars recently, and the Arabs will soon show their strength in retaliation to the attacks of perfidious Aryans.” Kikel was visibly upset, sweating and concerned. It was clear that the spirit never thought he would get this far, and that his grip on the situation was slipping away.
“Your children fight each other,” Himmel said as he watched pieces shift across the board and nations rise and fall. “Your chosen children infiltrated my people only to be considered one of their branches. This is backfiring in the liberal and Arab world.”
Kikel waved Himmel away as he tried to concentrate. “They only pretend, for Israel is using all powers to their own ends. Just you wait and see, for as your armies bomb the Middle East, millions of Arabs, Africans, and Indians will invade the West. Every corner will be touched by foreign peoples.”
Himmel knew that he was on a roll now, and that the tides were beginning to turn even at the climax of semitic power. “What can your children do now? Ah, simply ship millions of foreign immigrants into the West. Ah, you are dastardly, now your children are attacking fertility. If you can see, the Aryans who remember themselves are pushing against your assaults on their nations and families. You cannot simply invade our lands with foreigners and rape our women, while your doctors and lawyers push for transgenderism and the mutilation of our children. This doesn't look like power and control – this looks like a mean spirit doing as much damage as possible before losing everything. Besides, those boats will just keep sinking to the bottom of the sea.”
“You might think you can stop this, but you can't. An African is President of America. Soon, foreigners will rule all of Europe. What can you do?” Kikel was basically pushing his pieces at Himmel, flailing and striking along each battle line.
“Notice the rising tide of White pride, Kikel. They are going to put Trump into power,” Himmel said. He was growing curious now and his heavy brows knitted as he inspected the Earth.
The creature shrugged and pretended not to care. “Trump is mine. He is a shabbos goy.”
Himmel leaned back, satisfied and gleeful that his children were so hardy and pure. “That may true,” Himmel admitted, shrugging his shoulders and feeling his confidence rise with the rebellious spirit of his children. “In any event, we have seen your golems turn against you before and I suspect that will happen more often as this scheme of yours plays out.”
Kikel only grew enraged and he assaulted with everything he possessed in his arsenal. “Trump will fall into lockstep with the rest. See. Our labs create COVID-19, our police-state enforces global lockdowns, our doctors administer vaccines damaging the heart and fertility…. your children are in trouble, it seems. Trump is impotent because he is mine. Blacks will riot, Arabs will rape, and Europe will burn while America assists Israel gain more power.”
Himmel knew he had more cards to play. “Jews are putting an openly senile pedophile into power and attacking children through transgenderism, and covering up for the rape gangs and murders of foreign migrants. This can only end in my favor. Aryans will not stand for this, and they are already taking the right steps to reclaim their nations. Pay attention, Aryans are beginning to rally online in the hundreds of thousands, leading to millions.”
“Trump could go to jail, get shot, or be disgraced!” Kikel shouted with impotent rage, a petulant child, a sinister trickster taking many shapes and guises. “Trump is ours! You have no more kings! Not even great generals like Washington, nor statesmen like Hitler. They are all gone!”
Himmel grew exasperated at his opponent. “Behind Trump there are millions of Aryans uniting on blood and ancestry, and Trump is nothing more than a man riding the wave you accidentally created with your heavy hand. Look, you haven't even been paying attention. You are a bad opponent. All this time, you focused on worldly affairs, and now that you broke all traditions and myths, the folk reach out for whatever traditions and myths they can find to replace your materialist concoction. Many have returned to the militant and pagan past, simply look at the Doubting Toms of America and Australia who lead hundreds of united Christians and pagans in patriotic marches. There are hofs, churches, and temples being built in my holy name. Even Hitler is being praised by the youth and nationalism has become dominant in the youth culture. You have lost the ticket. The folkways are coming back under new leaders.”
“So what? Millions of your children are still lemmings. This changes nothing. Trump is mine, and Israel will expand under Netanyahu. There will be no more kings. Now, Iran and Israel are bombing each other. The bastard Iranians will fall by America's hand just like Iraq.”
Himmel looked up from the board with a fire in his eyes. Nuclear war was being threatened, and it was clear that another World War would come in the ensuing decades. Color revolutions and populist takeovers were creeping on the West – some murmured of another planned pandemic. “At some point, this has to come to an end, Kikel.”
Yawning and stretching, while secretly inspecting Himmel’s pieces like a wizard from a tower, Kikel nodded with saturnine demeanor. “I agree, this game is getting tiresome, but you must remember what you said those many years ago. We do not control our children. My children are wanting to expand and find new lands and blood to renew their ailing genes, their origin is weak and they need new myths. However, your children are supposed to be good little slaves, and the more they struggle against my rod, the worse things will get. One day, the Jews might claim a new Messiah has come, and you will see how confused people can become, worse than any war from bombs or disease.”
Himmel stared hard at his foe. Cunning, crafty, vile, pernicious, and duplicitous. This was his enemy, but he remembered that his children were fair and beautiful still, kind and warm-hearted, strong and willful, rebellious and adventurous. Himmel could only see victory on the horizon. The deck was empty, there were no more cards to play, the dies were cast, and the odds rolled in his favor. Soon, his children would be forced to contend with their history and they would recognize themselves once more. They would understand nature and divinity with a more mature spirit than in the past, and their scientific advancements would uncover the esoteric underpinnings of reality. Soon, his children would recognize themselves once more, and they would conquer the globe like never before.
Himmel stared at his opponent, knowing that the time was up, it was his turn now. History was waiting, and the board was overflowing with pieces swearing alliances to foreign spirits, ancient loyalties, and new rules which reshaped the game. This was it.
Himmel laughed and unfolded at his opponent with a genteel overture about the history and future of his children.
“At no point in the history of the Northern Children have they ever given up. They have always fought to the last, and this determination has pushed them onward to victory countless times. The Ice Age. The Neanderthal War. The struggles to mine the Earth and tame beasts. The thousands of forgotten brother-wars in the dark primordial past. The enslavement and brutality. The slow advancement and inherited nobility. These things shaped them over the course of tens of thousands of years. The fall of many Northern and Aryan tribes only proves this, for their legacy remains like a lingering divinity and the divine blood from their bodies graced the Earth and influenced nearly every culture alive. Their languages, customs, and traditions are utilized in garbled form across the entire world, from influences going back thousands of years, to more recent colonization. Their technologies changed and shaped the world utterly, lifting Stone Age tribes up from their retardation and misery. Now, in the modern era, the Northern Children have decoded the genetic sequence and can decipher ancient mysteries unknown to their ancestors. Even now as they grapple with identity and complete loss of culture and homeland, they still produce great statesmen, warriors, poets, and scholars. You tried to split my children apart on religious grounds - it is failing and the folkways return. You tried to divide them on ethnic lines - it barely scratches them and racial confederation is on the horizon. Christian versus Pagan, German versus Slav, European versus American… all of those conflicts are becoming a thing of the past in the eyes of the Aryan. Nothing can stop these Northern Children. This fight between the two of us, it was decided long ago.”
Himmel looked at his Northern Children, pale and ruddy, adventurous and hard-working, and he knew that the modern world would not stop them. In fact, this was just the beginning of an even greater game yet to be uncovered by their victorious spirits. He began to fish for a new King to play against his eternal opponent.
Hail victory! Thank you, and good-end! o///
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