The Maier Files | 20 April 1938
Wednesday 20 April 1938 - I need to write this down it's still early morning and I still can't believe what I saw. What if there is indeed a doorway to this place, a secret place where She dwells?
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20 April 1938

20 April 1938 Otto Maier

20 April 1938

“Ich kann immer noch nicht glauben, was ich gesehen habe.”

 

Another one of Otto Maier’s weird diary entries for the year 1938 recounts the following:
— ENTRY 1
Wednesday 20 April 1938 – I need to write this down it’s still early morning and I still can’t believe what I saw. What if there is indeed a doorway to this place, a secret place where She dwells? Because people can see in all kinds of ways, when they finally see the path to the Lady they don’t need to see this hidden revelation until the secret develops deep within and that secret will be finally revealed to me.  A smell of a rose, a miraculous place where one could change the world. Was I really there? I still have moments of doubt. But couldn’t it be that we are the princes of this world? I just want to be up there! Who will join me restoring the past and changing the future? Wali Wili Widi Widar what doesn’t happen may still have effect on what does! The mountain is the answer and finding it, is my ultimate goal. I must secretly unlock the gates. Otherwise, even this thief’s key can be stolen. The end is near and I must hurry! She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

— ENTRY 2

Back from the lab. Herr Gross really wishes too much good upon me.
Midday will ring. Beneath my window, men stroll by, elegant cars drive past, and laughter and joking can be heard.  I close the window and put on that record that I have loved since the first listen. Everything is rhythm.  Now I can once more hear my sombre forests crying in the wind. There exists another tragically moving dimension. This it was I feel at the moment, I call it feeling homesick! The forests are weeping. I’m eager to return and meet her again. Damn, I keep listening, how the souls of my ancestors complain! Thoughts thoughts thoughts …

My little Empire clock, chimes twelve times. Now is the veritable hour when the ghosts arrive, — as it was believed right up until the end of the Middle Ages —  it is only at Midday that the ghosts speak to our ancestors and that Tiubel, the Devil, shows himself to men. Who knows? … What if I can truly change everything?

Wasn’t it Nietzsche who wrote: That which is great in man, is that he is a bridge and not an end. That which may be loved in man, is that he is a passage and a fall…? But I’m now convinced that we at Gross will be a passage and NOT a fall! I must succeed!

 

 

20 April 1938 Otto Maier

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