I had grown up a Nazi. I joined the Hitler Youth in my teens. Nazi philosophy had been everything to me, I had completely and totally identified myself and my life with the ideals of the 'Thousand Year Reich." I'd joined officers school as early as I could, and joined the SS as a young man, and was sent to active duty right after training. I was with a Waffen Panzer division, which sometime late in the war was posted to the Eastern Front. I remembered so many things! Running battles, days without food or sleep, endless fighting. Trying to hold, being pushed back, and trying to hold again. So many of them, too many to stop...
The things I saw the images, got worse and worse i suddenly realised i was not only a solider and an officer but also was part of a secret “magical lodge” made up of SS officers. I was part of one last huge, desperate project - an attempt to turn the borders of Germany itself into a physical and psychic 'fortress' that the enemy would not be able to break through. We had to raise an incredible amount of power - more than ever before. We poured everything into that last effort. I remember fighting during the day, and then quietly leaving my unit to attend rituals at night in an attempt to raise enough energy to 'seal off' the borders.' I remembered SS officers gathering in spotless dress uniforms, the presence of fire, and fierce,