The whirling dervish winds of insanity blasted through Europe unleashing Wotan from his crypt freeing him to dance maniacally across the land like a tornado wantonly and capriciously sucking out all the goodness, the mercy and compassion, loving kindness and charity and leaving behind in his wake the monstrous sacrifice of blood and ashes.

For the fascination of evil throws good things into the shade and the whirlwind of desire corrupts.

Wotan, the ancient god of storm and frenzy, the unleasher of passions and the lust of battle, the long quiescent Wotan, awoke, like an ancient volcano, to new activity, in a civilized country that had long been supposed to have outgrown the Middle Ages. A restless wanderer, creating unrest and stirring up strife, he was embraced within the hearts of the German youth and watched as they shed the blood of sheep in honour of his resurrection.

They wandered restlessly along the roads, faithful votaries of the roving god. They raised their arms to the heavens. A roaring wind tore the gates asunder, shrieking and keening, it cast a black coffin before the crowds. The German people and the peoples of Eastern Europe lived as if possessed and they set in motion a horror never before seen and rolled it on its course towards perdition.

And so Carl Jung tried to justify the murderous bloodlust of the “Aryan” people against the Jews. That wanton sacrifice of millions of women and children and men, just for being Jewish. It was Wotan. He had been awoken from his slumber.

And today, what is the reason for the awakening bloodlust for Jews?

There was a moment in time, in my lifetime, when hate for Jews was put away. The guilt and then shame of it all. And then in a blink of an eye, Jew hatred has spread like wildfire across the continents, in those so-called civilized countries and over the seas to the New World.

The mass killing of Jews is no longer Beyond Belief.