The Mystery of the Blood, Genetic Memory
Every race carries a certain record of super-physical and subjective phenomena through its blood stream, and it is these memories which manifest our race mythos and ancient origins. Through genetic memory we carry the entire lineage of former civilizations, gods, demigods, heroes and patriarchs. These entities, no matter how distant, cannot be forgotten; they are locked within the blood record — the subconscious mind.
As the blood reveals our past it, also, reveals our future, for within it are set up the vibrations and patterns by which the future estate of the race is to be determined. Blood has long been referred to as "the river of life," coursing endlessly through the veins and arteries of our bodies and passed on to our children. But more than that, it is the vehicle of ethnic continuity, our consciousness and our natural salvation.
The race is the foundation of every great culture, and likewise, the blood is the foundation of every great race. Thus, in the unmixed blood is expressed the essential power of our ancestral being, which fortifies the character and essence of our present and potential being. The very blood which we possess today in our bodies is the undying, life liquid of countless centuries of history, the great arcanum of life.
The mystery of the blood is seven fold, for this subtle fluid consists of seven distinct agents, as yet known only partly to science.
Since the earliest of times man has had an ongoing fascination with the mystery of the blood. Along with this intrigue has resulted a wide practice of religious and occult mysticism, ritual and sacrifice. The mystery of the blood has been a popular subject for folklore among all races worldwide. As we trace back to the origins of all existing mythologies, there are always to be found many profound truths from which the mythos evolves.
In the ancient Teutonic mythology the god Kvasir was renowned for his high wisdom. He was later murdered by clever dwarves and his blood was drained and mixed with honey. Anyone who would drink the precious mead would gain the great wisdom and poetic art of Kvasir. The Aryan Allfather God Wotan would later trick the evil dwarves out of this blood mead and secure for himself the valuable knowledge therein contained.
The idea that the blood of each living individual contains memory might seem absurd to many today, however cases are on record where persons receiving blood transfusions have for a time retained dim memories of episodes in the life of the individual from whom the blood was derived. Blood is an important element in our genetic make-up and genetic memory. Memory and myth are inseparable. According to Dante memory can form the past into any myth, any story, any hope. It was Dante's belief that our genetic memory can lead us to God via myth.
The importance of myth cannot be overemphasized. The myth is a behavior of transcendence, a vital necessity for physical and spiritual survival, and provides a fixed spot and significance in an otherwise chaotic universe.
"What does our great historical hunger signify, our clutching about us of countless other cultures, our consuming desire for knowledge, if not the loss of myth, of a mythic home, the mythic womb?"
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
As each race is bound in a natural unity by blood, there are times when a further emphasis is required, such as a "blood brotherhood." This practice is demonstrated when two people or several mix their blood by ceremonial means. From that point in which the pact is made they are regarded as "brothers by blood." But the origin of this custom lies deeper. In ancient times it was a mystical process for establishing a connection between astral bodies. When man experiences an illumination from beyond the mundane, physical world it is not purely a spiritual or mental process, if by spiritual or mental one means something non-physical. The enlightenment is a physiological process. Something happens in the blood. Something goes on in the brain. Something alters cell function and cell structure, and the "something" that does all this is light, radiant energy which emanates to all life forms on this planet from the sun's rays. In the mystery teachings the sun is often referred to as the door of the world.
Our blood is that which is manifest in the ascending scale of the evolution of forms. The virtual life of man is in the blood. It may further be stated that the very seat of life originates from the heart itself. In the temple of the body our heart is the holy of holies and maintains preeminence over all existing members of the body, not to exclude the brain, and that the supreme power over our whole life is entrusted to it. Even if the head is severed from the body, the heart can continue beating for up to 30 minutes. It is the first spot that lives in the foetus and the last that dies.
The eminent German philosopher Alfred Rosenberg after the advent of World War I stated:
"That mythos of the blood for which the heroes die was renewed, deepened, comprehended and experienced in its most profound ramifications. Today, this inner voice demands fulfillment of the mythos of the blood, and the mythos of the soul, race and ego, Volk and personality, blood and honour. These virtues must triumph alone and uncompromisingly. They must carry and determine the whole of life."
Nothing in our life is static, all that moves and motivates us has within it some urge to push on, to create something different, more defined, a striving for perfection. This invulnerable urge in man knows not time. It is the beat and rhythm of life itself that resides in the heart and blood of the race, as ancient as it is new. The will to live is biological, but the will to be in some way is stronger than instinct. It is that divine ingredient that builds nations and cultures, that links man to his gods and the gods to the Absolute. The microcosm within man reaches out to the macrocosm of the universe. It is this mystery of the blood that impels an eternal train of thought and action, the instinctive molds, as it were, into which the very consciousness of a society flows.
Source: Temple of Wotan by Ron McVan
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