His spirit must triumph

Men were too stupid and too vulgar to feel the beauty of that dream.

The world—the Aryan race itself, at large—refused the gift of Hitler’s love and genius, and
repaid him with the darkest ingratitude.

Few of the great Ones have been so mercilessly vilified as he, by their worthless contemporaries.

Not one has been so utterly misunderstood, so systematically betrayed, and, above all, so widely hated.

Now—outwardly at least—the agents of disintegration have had their way.

Proud and beautiful National Socialist Germany lies in ruins; hundreds of Hitler’s most active collaborators are dead; thousands are living, in captivity, a life worse than death.

And the millions who acclaimed him only a few years ago with an enthusiasm amounting to adoration, are now silent.

“Es ist das Land der Angst”—“this is the land of fear”—were the words addressed to me in
Saarbrücken, in 1948, as the summary of the whole situation in occupied Germany.

And no one knows where Hitler is, if still alive.

Yet, the National Socialist creed, based upon truths as old as the Sun, can never be blotted out. Living or dead, Adolf Hitler can never die.

And sooner or later, his spirit must triumph.

Savitri Devi

Elders Of The Black Sun