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Thread ID: 10512 | Posts: 13 | Started: 2003-10-15
2003-10-15 22:45 | User Profile
It is with great sadness and rage that I report to you that an old friend of mine Ellse Pfaffgen died Saturday before last a few days after being the victim of a gang rape in, I assume, her home town of Eisenstadt, Austria. Details are sparse and outside of her fiancé I know no one else with first hand information. It seems she was a leaving a restaurant after celebrating her recent wedding announcement when she was attacked by persons unknown around 11:30PM while walking through a park. She was found late the next morning by police and taken to hospital where she was unstable for some time due to extensive injuries which ended her life a few days latter. She was 27.
While I don't have any details yet I do not think this was political motivated although given what is commonly known about gang rapes in most European nations I think chances are almost certain that it was racially motivated. I am expecting to hear about DNA tests any time now.
As I doubt that anyone at OD had the privilege of knowing her (although I may be wrong) so I will say a few words about her. We meet about 10 years back via her father with whom I worked with at a malting company in the low countries. A long time German comrade's son just started at a near by university and worked to steer them towards one another (with her father's permission of course) which was easy as both her and her father held a strong interest Nordic antiquity and often spent quite a bit of time talking about Runic matters and such.
In those days Ellse was not ideological at all but was a critical thinker which made it easy for her then boy friend (latter fiancé) to gradually bring around to a populist disposition. They both wound up attending University in Danmark and I keep in touch with them after her father passed on in ââ¬Ë96. Ellse had me post her books on ideology a couple of years and I noted that she came to enjoy Identitarian music from the likes of Froidenspender, Hauptkampflinie, Foierstoss, Frank Rennicke and Jórge Háhnel and real nationalism as a result. While she had only just started into activism and lacked ideological maturity I found her an inquisitive and serious young lady not taken to the banalities of our era.
What made her such a prize to know was her boundless energy and simple wholesomeness which is so rare these days and virtually unknown when combined with a genuinely critical mind. She had recently landed a job as metallurgist with Rheinmetall Wehrtechnik in Unterluss and was going to relocate there (along with her soon to be husband) shortly.
It was a terrible blow to meet such a lose under such terrible circumstances.
The poem below was her favorite so it seems to me a fitting tribute as any to post it below:
The Blue Flower transcribed by Gothi Hringari
This is a translation, from German, of an expansion of an idea by Novalis, cira 1802. The blue flower was a popular motif of Romantic poetry. The hero of Novalis' fragmentary novel "Heinrich von Ofterdingen" (1802) dreams of a blue flower instilling momentuous yearning in his soul. Novalis' poetic symbolism of the color blue is perceived by the reader intuitively: thinking of the color blue brings about a dreamlike yearning and produces both a feeling of calmness and of security. I feel it symbolizes the never-ending search for Runa, and the drive embued in skalds toward truest expressions of galdr...
The parents were abed and sleeping. The clock on the wall ticked loudly and lazily, as if it had time to spare. Outside the rattling windows there was a restless, whispering wind. The room grew light, and dark, and wondrous light again, as the moon played hide-and-seek through the clouds. The boy, wide-awake and quiet in his bed, was thinking of the Stranger and his stories.
"It was not what he told me about the treasures," he said to himself, "that was not the thing which filled me with so strange a longing. I am not greedy for riches. But the Blue Flower is what I long for. I can think of nothing else. Never have I felt so before. It seems as if I had been dreaming until now - or as if I had just slept over into a new world.
"Who cared for the flowers in the old world where I used to live? I never heard of anyone whose whole heart was set upon finding a flower. But now I cannot even tell all that I feel - sometimes as happy as if I were enchanted. But when the flower fades from me, when I cannot see it in my mind, then it is like being very thirsty and all alone. That is what the other people could not understand.
"Once upon a time, they say, the animals and the trees and the flowers used to talk to people. It seems to me, every minute, as if they were just going to begin again. When I look at them I can see what they want to say. There must be a great many words that I do not know; if I knew more of them perhaps I could understand things better. I used to love to dance, but now I like better to think after the music."
Gradually the boy lost himself in sweet fancies, and suddenly he found himself again, in the charmed land of sleep he wandered in far countries, rich and strange; he traversed wild waters with incredibleswiftness; he lived with all sorts of men, in battles, in whirling crowds in lonely huts. He was cast into prison. He fell into dire distress and want. All experiences seemed to be sharpened to an edge. He felt them keenly, yet they did not harm him.
He died and came alive again; he loved to the height of passion, and then was parted forever from his beloved. At last, toward morning, as the dawn was stealing near, his soul grew calm, and the pictures showed more clear and firm.
It seemed as if he were walking alone through the deep woods. Seldom the daylight shimmered through the green veil. Soon he came to a rocky gorge in the mountains. Under the mossy stones in the bed of the stream, he heard the water secretly tinkling downward, ever downward, as he climbed upward.
The forest grew thinner and lighter. He came to a fair meadow on the slope of the mountain. Beyond the meadow was a high cliff, and in the face of the cliff an opening like the entrance to a path.
Dark was the way, but smooth, and he followed easily on till he came near to a vast cavern from which a flood of radiance streamed to meet him.
As he entered he beheld a mighty beam of light which sprang from the ground, shattering itself against the roof in countless sparks, falling and flowing all together into a great pool in the rock.
Brighter was the light- beam than molten gold, but silent in its rise, and silent in its fall. The sacred stillness of a shrine, a never-broken hush of joy and wonder, filled the cavern. Cool was the dripping radiance that softly trickled down the walls, and the light that rippled from them was pale blue.
But the pool, as the boy drew near and watched it, quivered and glanced with the ever-changing colours of a liquid opal. He dipped his hands in it and wet his lips. It seemed as if a lively breeze passed through his heart. He felt an irresistible desire to bathe in the pool. Slipping off his clothes he plunged in. It was as if he bathed in a cloud of sunset. A celestial rapture flowed through him. The waves of the stream were like a bevy of nymphs taking shape around him, clinging to him with tender breasts, as he floated onward, lost in delight, yet keenly sensitive to every impression. Swiftly the current bore him out of the pool, into a hollow in the cliff.
Here a dimness of slumber shadowed his eyes, while he felt the pressure of the loveliest of dreams.
When he awoke again, he was aware of a new fulness of light, purer and steadier than the first radiance. He found himself lying on the green turf, in the open air, beside a little fountain, which sparkled up and melted away in silver spray. Dark-blue were the rocks that rose at a little distance, veined with white as if strange words were written upon them. Dark-blue was the sky, and cloudless.
All passion had dissolved away from him; every sound was music; every breath was peace; the rocks were like sentinels protecting him; the sky was like a cup of blessing full of tranquil light.....
2003-10-16 00:32 | User Profile
Vibeke, old friend,
I extend my condolences and sadness for the death of your friend. These horrible assaults are taking place more and more frequently in the Europe that I remember as so peaceful the more than thirty years ago that I lived there.
My best to you and your family,
Mike
2003-10-16 04:06 | User Profile
Very good to hear from you Mike,
Greif is a difficult thing but I feel it best to honour those that contribute to your life so I wrote this post. I hope you like the poem as it reflects the noblity of the school well.
I got word on the forensic tests from Ellse's fiancé who called be a few minutes ago although he got word over a day back. It seems that their were numerous attackers and that at least some were Turkic and Asiatic. I was also told that the police have learned she was being harassed by several Turks and other foriegners who were attempting molest another couple of girls on their way home while going through the park. Perhaps this will lead to justice being served but I am too bitter to hope so.
I fear that within 10 years Europa will be as violent and as depraved as the states. Of course I know that suffering gives rise to a will to resist but that is little comfort.
Hopefully, all is well with your family.
your comrade,
V.O.
2003-10-16 06:03 | User Profile
[QUOTE=triskelion]Very good to hear from you Mike,
Greif is a difficult thing but I feel it best to honour those that contribute to your life so I wrote this post. I hope you like the poem as it reflects the noblity of the school well.
Yes it does. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It gives us a feeling for the girl and what has been lost. Hopefully when the time comes for myself, as with all of us, to pass we can all leave such a poignant eulogy.
I got word on the forensic tests from Ellse's fiancé who called be a few minutes ago although he got word over a day back. It seems that their were numerous attackers and that at least some were Turkic and Asiatic. I was also told that the police have learned she was being harassed by several Turks and other foriegners who were attempting molest another couple of girls on their way home while going through the park. Perhaps this will lead to justice being served but I am too bitter to hope so.
It does sound more like just the senseless random violence that of course we in the States have long been accustomed to.
I fear that within 10 years Europa will be as violent and as depraved as the states. Of course I know that suffering gives rise to a will to resist but that is little comfort. [/QUOTE]
Actually I have read that, by a number of fairly reliable estimates, that crime and violent rates in Canada and much of Western Europe are as it is higher than in the U.S. There are much better articles, but I just saw a recent Liberty Forum discussing this issue.
[url=http://www.libertyforum.org/showflat.php?Cat=&Board=news_news&Number=952348&page=&view=&sb=&o=&part=1&vc=1&t=-1]South Africa and Sweden Outkill the U.S (Liberty Forum [/url]
For whatever reason though, it is no comfort to the victims. Our deepest condolences Triskelion.
2003-10-17 19:18 | User Profile
Hello O.D, good to hear from you.
I wish you could have known Ellse as she was quite a prize. Her lose should serve as a testament to the evil of the current order and the need for National Renewal. As to eulogy words never are worthy of a decent person. What remains is one's deeds, ideals and children. All else is crude attempts at finding meaning in a world we can never to know well enough.
2003-10-17 19:28 | User Profile
Triskelion,
I regret the loss of your friend. I hope that justice is done to the animals responsible for this brutal crime.
R.I.P.
2003-10-17 21:21 | User Profile
Trisk,
For what little it is worth, you have my utmost sympathies. I can only shudder to imagine what I would feel were such an awful thing happen to someone so close to me. Nothing is quite so wrenching as losing someone in the prime of their lives, especially in so terrible a manner.
Her lose should serve as a testament to the evil of the current order and the need for National Renewal.
YES! Although this event deeply saddens me, on the other hand I am churning with anger inside, wondering just how much longer we are going to allow conditions to persist where such things happen to our womenfolk.
How many more is it going to take, dammit?!?
2003-10-19 00:15 | User Profile
Triskelion,
My condolences and utmost sympathies. A very sad event.
R.I.P.
I will add might good for all us and our Friends and Family, especially female ones to try not to walk home alone. Sadly very few of us live in place where it safe to walk home alone at night(or during the day for that matter). Sometimes just the act of walking a Friend, especially a female one, to their car or door could save their life. This is a small thing we can all do.
2003-10-19 01:56 | User Profile
My deepest sympathies to you on the loss of this young lady. Yet another White life - and one so full of promise - taken at the hands of non-White filth...
Whites everywhere need to shake off their suicidal stupor and begin to see the world as it really is. They need to understand that any White life taken anywhere by these scum is a direct threat to them and those they hold dear. And they need to let this knowledge enrage them, thereby stirring the will to survive.
2003-10-19 02:43 | User Profile
[QUOTE=N.B. Forrest]Whites everywhere need to shake off their suicidal stupor and begin to see the world as it really is...[/QUOTE]
Triskelion,
Deepest regrets also.
General Forrest has it right. Till we can count on worldwide white sympathy riots for this sort of thing, nothing will change. Who can imagine any other race putting up with news like this and behaving as if it were normal?
2003-10-19 03:50 | User Profile
I agree with that until whites start thinking that it was a member of their "team" who got brutally assaulted, nothing will change.
2003-10-19 04:09 | User Profile
Triskelion,
I am extremely sorry to hear this news. My deepest sympathy goes out to you and her other loved ones.
2003-10-21 02:19 | User Profile
I thank all that posted and read this goodbye to Ellse. I have taken this thread and had a German speaking comrade translate it into German and send it along to those that loved her so they may know that others care as I do. The only solution to grief and rage is to work harder and smarter for Folkish Revolution.