A Most Interesting Gathering – by Frederick Medler

A MOST INTERESTING GATHERING

By Frederick D. Medler

2025

It was a typical weekday afternoon in my small rural town, I had just exited the front door of my home to water the potted plants. Everything had been nicely arranged throughout the veranda space that extends around three full sides of the manor house, and today I watered all the plants. With everything in good order I would spend my next half hour feeding and watering them in anticipation that the veranda would once again be filled with lush ferns and flowering plantings enlivening this space over the next six months. Here in the country, the silence, and the brilliant star-lit night sky often speak to me.  Fine historic architecture and the loveliness of the natural world truly do work for me. I discover myself a better man, situated within such finely crafted and ennobling surroundings.

Walking from one side of the house towards the more formal front side, lugging the garden hose behind me, I noticed what appeared to be a large white Mercedes SUV parked out in the distance in front of the manor’s formal entry grounds along the sidewalk.  Four well dressed individuals were standing about appearing to admire the house, with one of the four positioning a tripod and camera. I naturally assumed these were tourists from somewhere simply wanting to take pictures of the house and grounds. I was going to retire inside or to the back of the house in order to let them take their photographs, but before I could do so, the one gentleman called out to me in what sounded like a rich German accent, inquiring if I minded them taking pictures.  Turning back towards them, I informed them that they were most welcome to take all of the photographs they wanted.  I then complimented the gentleman regarding his rich accent and inquired if he was from Europe, and perhaps Germany.

In response to this, the other gentleman quickly stated they were two couples traveling together about the Midwest exploring areas where some of their ancestors settled here in America, most from the late nineteenth century.  Old family records and preserved exchanged letters from long ago informed them that this particular area was one of numerous regions in the states where their distant relatives had immigrated to many generations ago. They had even been hoping to track down descendants of those very distant “kin” and perhaps try to reconnect.

Naturally, at this point I insisted that they come up to the house and join me for some refreshments.  Unlike some previous persons, and parties who have stopped by over recent years, these two couples were handsomely dressed and carried themselves with a certain dignity that seems all too uncommon in this day and age.  Each appeared no older than fifty years at the most.  And, their bearing reflected good taste with the distinct air of intelligence.  I knew right away I was going to enjoy whatever conversation was forthcoming.

I proceeded to inquire into what brought them to my little corner of the world.  As I mentioned previously, they were in search of what I can assume was an American bloodline connection, with the hope that they could locate distant relatives, no doubt far removed from the “fatherland”.  As part German myself, two parts German, one part Irish and one part Scottish, I was most certainly as interested and consumed by this as they were.  Perhaps, more so.  Old family names were brought up, stories told and verbal notes exchanged.  I confess I felt very much drawn into a world much to my liking.  Somehow I felt quite uplifted, inspired, and every bit wanting to pose more questions to them than what might have been the reverse.  The locals around me here in my town for the most part tend to speak what I call gutter English.  The almost perfect English these two couples were speaking, enhanced by their rich German accent, seemed much like pleasant music to my ears and a far cry from what I am used to here in rural, backward middle America.  A world where good manners, good taste and an appreciation of both natural and man made beauty, and all that is beautiful, seems all too rare.

As I have done a fair amount of my own family history research with regards to Germany, I have been able to track down my German ancestry origins to areas in Germany such as Baden Baden, Bremen and Munich.  This naturally helped keep the conversation going, and they now felt more at ease and more willing to talk freely. Just as they were obviously now delighted to know more about me, I was of the same mindset in reverse.

Within twenty minutes of our sitting down to partake of the loveliness of the architectural setting I again made it a point to inquire and insist on their willing to accept refreshments and “nibbles”.  I do believe they appeared somewhat surprised by this but they were willing to be so treated.  Within fifteen minutes a tray was loaded up with numerous goodies, including some fine chocolates, – followed by long-stem wine glasses and the bottles of wine which they insisted on helping to carry out onto the veranda.             

Once repositioned back outside within our comfortable lounge chairs amongst the pleasant classical, Victorian surroundings I do believe my guests were not only taken aback, but they were also, I believe, feeling quite unexpectedly comfortable and appreciated.  I know I, for one, felt very much pleased to have the presence of such company.

I will not go into much of the small talk and social pleasantries spoken between us on that lovely Spring afternoon but I will attempt to focus here on those more important exchanges that really made our two hour plus conversation so extraordinary.  I’ve entertained many numerous people over the previous decade, discussing architecture, local history and genealogy, but the direction that this interchange went was to explore territory that I believe all of us lounging out on the elegant columned veranda would never have expected to unfold in quite that way. Looking back, it seems as if we were destined to meet and have a most heartfelt and enlightening exchange.  The conversation that day would unlock thoughts and ideas that now, looking back, seem far too long buried in our world and in the lives of both elites and ordinary people.  It would convey to me a much deeper and most profound mindset that does truly exist in our greater world, and struggles to be free.  

As our conversation moved more into the realm of issues and problems around the world the problems in Ukraine, western Europe and even in Asia, began to gain centre stage.  When I brought up the painful history of the Ukraine region going back to World War II there was a momentary pause (and tension) in our conversation.  I quickly broke this by inserting that I placed much of the blame on the old Soviet Union and the resultant hatred concerning the suffering inflicted on the Ukrainians during the “Holodomor” by the communist jews against the Orthodox Christians.  I continued by stating that I believe Russia is no longer communist, but still carries so very much of the emotional and false historical (and national) baggage from that earlier period that continues to muddy their larger world view.  (Note: I believe this to be more so for the western world – especially Britain and the United States.)  Surprisingly, this really lessened the tension.  I went on to state that so much of the modern guilt trip levelled on Germany is in no way deserved.  Boy, that was when I noticed several smiles light up our little gathering!  The one gentleman spoke up stating he felt there was far too much blame placed on Germany in regards to the whole present day crisis.  I made it known I fully agreed.  But here I went even further.  Either my guests were going to accept what I was about to say, or they might very well have gotten up and left.  

The cat was out of the bag, so to speak.  I made my position clear that this whole pathetic, messed up world we live in today is a direct result of Germany losing the war.  Germany was not the aggressor. She only invaded the Soviet Union to prevent the communists from conquering all of Europe, and had Germany won the war we would be all better off.  There was a moment of what appeared to be absolute stunned silence.  I then looked at each of them eye to eye further stating that I was personally ashamed as to what my country had done to Germany, that we were in the wrong and they were in the right.  I asked them to please accept my personal apology.  To this day, I said, I feel so personally ashamed, further mentioning one of my late uncle’s heart-wrenching stories about the barbarities and atrocities inflicted upon Germany.  With this personal confession, both women started to cry, with the one covering her open mouth with her hands, all the time continuing to look directly at me.  The one gentlemen, with a cracked voice, spoke that I had just verified what his late grandfather had once told him.  He did not ever expect to hear such words from an American citizen.  He seemed truly taken aback, and most thoroughly humbled.  At that moment I truly felt a deep profound connection with those situated there around me. A spiritual presence seemed to envelop us.  At least that is what it felt like to me.

From that point onward in our conversation everything changed.  They all seemed to open up to me, and I to them.  I almost felt I was at a National Socialist party gathering, but on a much smaller and more intimate scale.  Everyone seemed to breathe deeper, easier and with a hunger to release pent up emotions and ideas.  Even the wine seemed to flow more freely.  When the subject of Adolf Hitler came up, I made it a point to exclaim that I consider him one of the greatest beings to have ever lived, perhaps since Jesus Christ.  You should have seen the levity that filled that one corner of the veranda.  So many smiles and a feeling of comfort and relaxation. Even I felt quite giddy.  Was this a small peek through a crack in the door to that other side about to emerge in our larger world?

Stories about the current conditions in Germany were soon forthcoming.  Most were quite distressful.  Others hinted at a new level of joy, historical understanding and reawakening.  Great Britain and the US were no longer fully acknowledged by more and more as the “good guys”.  The lies, distortions and false narratives are becoming more evident with each year.  Here were seated five modestly intelligent and generally quite well educated persons who had pretty well figured everything out regarding our true history.  None of us had learned any of this through indoctrination in formal classrooms.  We simply had/have the intelligence of mind to figure things out on our own with some guidance and help from a few that have lived before us.  Mine, being my one late uncle and these two couples and the legacies passed down to them from their now-deceased distant German kin who lived and suffered through that most perverted and distorted part of our common history.

The one gentleman’s family has ties to the area within and around the ancient city of Dresden.  Although most often never discussed unless within the most intimate and trusting of family members he stated it is generally (quietly) acknowledged that the death toll from that one horrendous firebombing and mass slaughter approaches one and a half million souls.  He stated that most everyone completely disappeared, including hundreds of thousands fleeing the advancing Russian onslaught.  He even went on to describe excavations still uncovering the bones of the perished found multiple feet deep within uncovered basements where buildings once stood.  Excavations were for years blocked off from potential public viewing so as not to be able to see what might remain hidden below ground.  Even construction workers excavating many of the sites were forbidden from discussing what they might see, and most often required to sign documents forbidding them to discuss their work under threat of prosecution and imprisonment.  “What happened to the bones”, I asked.  Most have been quietly disposed of over the decades in unmarked pits, or ground up into “bone meal” to incorporate into agricultural fertilizer mixes.  This is what he was told was the case during the years and decades of soviet occupation.  Can you imagine that?  

Also seldom mentioned were the sites of the mass burials of German soldiers near the “Eisenhower death camps”.  The bodies of nearly two million German soldiers, along with many German political and cultural leaders, starved to death and unceremoniously dumped into mass graves and left unmarked.  These sites are blocked off and forbidden to ordinary German citizens to this very day by occupying American military personnel.  Personally, there was a time I actually admired Eisenhower as a great man, with regards to his military and political records.  NOT ANY MORE!!!  In my way of thinking he is right up there with the worst criminals in recorded human history, along with Roosevelt, Churchill, Truman, Stalin and Mao.  Mercy! What a complete historical perversion of the worst kind.  So very much of our world seems to be a complete LIE.  

When you think about it, it seems everything the Germans are accused of doing, it was instead the Americans, the British and the Soviets who were the guilty parties- and on a much darker and sinister scale.  Today we call that “projection”. I feel more and more convinced that these three countries were aware they were committing a level of barbaric atrocities unimaginable within any context of civilization, yet they did not care.  But they, like any pathological mindset could/cannot see beyond their established narratives.  Taking a page from our present-day world, their ideological narrative must prevail over any real truth.  Such an individual and governmental-political mindset is most certainly unable to ever see beyond that world view.  They had to project their evil onto the defeated party.  The greater tragedy is that the narrative carries on throughout succeeding generations via stories, propaganda and educational teachings creating levels of distortions that only grow more hideous and demented with the passing of the years. I believe it was Mark Twain who once stated that a half truth is vastly more hideous than an outright lie.  The outright lie, with time, can be fully exposed for what it is.  But the half truth(s) intermingled with lies are so much more difficult to decipher when trying to glean a sense of reality.                        

As I listened to the stories told to me that day, I could not help but feel a growing contempt for my own government here in America.  As patriotic as I am, I feel so very lied to about our own history.  It seems America, Great Britain and the old Soviet Union are right up there with the worst criminal organizations/systems of government that have ever existed, hiding behind a false facade.  It’s like we have all been living with an Uncle “Jack the Ripper” in our midst and not having the slightest understanding of what is really going on around us.  Furthermore, and at this very moment, I find myself wondering if we, as both a nation and people, can ever come to accept ourselves as being part of a most sadistic legacy, tormented and manipulated by ruthlessly condescending jewish minds.  It truly does terrify me to recognize now how much we have been “taken for a ride.”

I think the most inspiring aspect of that special gathering of like-minded souls out on the veranda was to hear that many German families still cherish memories and mementos of the National Socialist period, even now multiple generations on.  Treasured photos of Herr Hitler, other token images and souvenirs, Swastika flags, side arms, uniforms, helmets, medals and treasured National Socialist books.  I was even informed countless items and furniture pieces from Herr Hitler’s Berlin chancellery and his mountain home, the Berghof, remain stored and hidden away.  Even treasured items of Herr Hitler’s art work are still kept safe and secure, perhaps until that day in the distant future when Germany will arise again and raise a great monument to their vanquished leader. Displayed will be mountains of mementos that remain sacred and secure within the embrace of those determined descendant Germans who cherish the truth and will continue to pass on this knowledge and artifacts for posterity.

By the time we had consumed both bottles of wine and the large platter of “nibbles” I felt I had finally reconnected to a lost and ancient chapter of my own ethnic and cultural past.  I honestly felt both fulfilled and relieved to have been able to have such an honest, open and stress-free exchange with other like-minded souls.  I think it really dawned on me in that gathering just how much we are “controlled”, even in what we allow ourselves to think about and feel. The lies and deceit, the subtle mental manipulations and conditioning, seem to go so very, very deep.

Despite informing me of their schedule that day, I think none of us wanted this pleasant gathering to end.  I even suggested that they consider being my guests for the night, but this was not meant to be.  They had already made overnight reservations further on in their journey.  Tomorrow they would once again be visiting town libraries, courthouses and several old cemeteries hoping to glean more information about lost German blood.  Yet, we will be keeping in touch I am sure.

Note that this whole world is a changing.  And, I do believe ultimately for the better. Thank you Herr Hitler for helping us to connect the dots.  Thank you for showing us there is a much better, more meaningful, more truthful, and more beautiful way of life for all mankind just waiting to be fully recognized.  If only we can begin to free ourselves of all of the contrivances, the mental and emotional burdens that so complicate and poison our minds, bodies, hearts and souls.  And thank you, dear sir, for giving to us your extraordinary life as an example to inspire and ennoble ours and countless generations to follow.  

HEIL HITLER………….