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MICHAEL
Pages From a German Destiny
Joseph Goebbels
Translated by Joey McGoebbels
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Originally Published By The Central Publisher of the NSDAP.
Franz Eher Nachf, Munich, Germany
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Introduction
Joseph Goebbels received a doctorate in literature from the University of Heidelberg in
1921. For the next two years he lived at home, writing plays, poems, articles and fiction.
He sent his work to publishers and editors but everything was rejected.
In 1923 at the age of 26, Goebbels wrote “Michael”, a semi-autobiographical novel about
his experiences in Germany following World War I.
The book is written in diary form and follows the life of Michael, a fictional character
who represents a young Joseph Goebbels.
At the beginning of the story, Michael returns from the Great War and is disgusted by
Weimar Germany. Throughout the novel, he examines the meaning of life and seeks a
way to liberate the German people.
Throughout the story, Goebbels presents and explains his personal beliefs. He analyzes
the political differences between German Socialism and Russian Marxism. He examines
the cultural differences between men and women, including their roles in society. He
also shares his Catholic faith in God and admiration of Jesus Christ.
However, the most remarkable aspect of this book is the accuracy of Goebbels
predictions. Despite the poor conditions throughout his country, he saw the coming
German Reich and believed in it. He was aware that he belonged to a small radical
group, but had faith in the spiritual power of his ideas.
This novel was originally rejected by publishers throughout Germany. Six years later
though, Goebbels had become a famous politician and the book was finally published.
It went through seventeen printings and inspired Germans throughout the Reich.
Until now, the only English version of this novel was translated by Joachim
Neugroschel, a homosexual Jewish man.
Therefore, Jett and Jahn Media obviously questioned the accuracy of his work and
decided to translate this novel for ourselves. We hope that you enjoy this story and are
inspired by the words of Joseph Goebbels, one of the greatest men who ever lived.
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Dedication
1918:
You stood, the shattered arm still in a sling,
The gray helmet on his battered head,
Chest full of crosses, before sedate intellectuals
Because a few figures decreed that you are not ready.
Our answer was: Revolution!
1920:
We were both about to join together to capitulate break.
As we settled on one another and stumbled hard.
My answer was: Despite!
1923:
You furthered your fate in their place.
Turn or break! It was still too early.
Therefore you have been victims.
Your answer was death!
1927:
I stood at your grave,
Sunshine over the silent green hill.
And preached mortality.
My answer was: Resurrection.
This book is dedicated to the memory of my friend
Richard Flisges
On July 19, 1923 was the death of a brave soldier in a mine near Schliersee.
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This is the deepest blessings of life:
The secrets of rising to eternal life
And the changing forces within the young.
Disintegration and dissolution
Do not mean destruction,
But rising and dawn.
Behind the farewell of the day in silence,
Acting strong and forcing a new idea.
Youth is more alive than ever.
Whatever comes of the battle.
From it comes new forms, of existence up to the light.
In the future, joyful hearts are burning hot,
With the will to work, to live, to shape,
Millions wait with pain for the day.
In the attics of Tenements in Lohner and migrant camps,
Hunger, cold and mental anguish form hope.
The symbol of another time.
Faith, struggle and work are the virtues of German youth of today;
Faustian Scholars.
We come to each other in the spirit of the resurrection,
Which come to you, as a brother,
A bridge is to the people on both sides.
We wait for the day that brings the wind storm.
At the present moment, we have the courage
The will to pull together for the Fatherland.
We want life: therefore we will win life.
Michael's diary is a monument of German fervor, dedication,
And the will of fortitude.
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In his quiet, modest mirror, reflected all the forces
That shape us from a boy today,
Into thoughts of power tomorrow.
Therefore it is Michael’s life and death,
That is more than coincidence and blind fate.
It is a sign of the times and a symbol of the future.
A life of service to the labor and death for the good of future people.
This is the consolation,
What we can see on earth.
May 2
Under my thighs no longer snorts the thoroughbred stallion,
I can no longer sit on canon banks
I still trudge through the dilapidated, clay shelter.
How long ago, since I was still in the Russian plane or a dismal shot in France.
Country… Gone!
I am beginning to lose myself.
I rise like a Phoenix from the ashes of war and destruction.
Peace!
This word is something like balm on a wound,
That is still trembling bleeding.
To me it's as if I was the word,
Believing, blessing with His hands.
When I look out the window,
I see how on the sides of German country swims: Towns, fields.
A quiet road goes through a blooming flowers
Children play on village streets.
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Towering smokestacks bite into the crisp air.
Passing far stretched green fields,
The lights in thousands of colors and lights.
I gaze out the window and breathe, deeply breathe.
The sun is on Germany
So well, as the Greeks greets the sea.
Home! Germany!
A bloom in the fields and gardens, exhilarating,
Pleasant for the eyes,
Seeing nothing for four years
but debris, dirt and blood and death.
I get carried away like a floating island.
The obstacle to freedom!
I was in Frankfurt and the young Goethe had my reverence.
Even today, in the strife of the ruling spirits.
Prophet every young Will.
Weimar is not our Mecca.
I carry a book in my pocket: Faust
I read the first part. For the second I'm too stupid.
Heidelberg! Embedded into the lovely valley.
Above is the Castle, students sing on the platform,
Continue rolling the impatient wheel.
Next! The hills are mountains!
The land steaming in the sun.
My eyes drink the beauty of God!
May 5
In my own four walls I sit now as a student,
free, my lord and master.
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How often have I longed from the noise of battles.
Ever since I returned home,
I trample through the streets and alleys
We have learned outside as we sit there.
The city is beautiful and pleasant.
The people in this country have time.
They are hardly in a rush.
We are already deep in the south.
There are benches at Karlsplatz.
They're always full, morning, noon and night.
When I looked at them now, they were not occupied.
The chestnuts at Schlossberg have white candles
When I have time - and when I had no time, I stroll up the hill.
Below lies the city, as the specialist cake to the mother hen,
So the old houses are grouped around the weathered Cathedral.
The sun plays glittering in the red roofs of the new town.
Far shines the country.
Diving in the distance…
Somewhere I was a year ago in the barrage and had only one wish:
To end the agony and die a hero,
Which I no longer knew.
And now I'm standing here,
Strengthened as life tears at me.
May 8
I live in the suburbs, in the last house.
The view from my window is a blooming garden.
The sun shines into my room for most of the day
In this city, the sky is deep blue
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When I go to the University,
I walk through the clean streets,
Which only exist in Germany.
In addition to the wide sidewalks,
Flows channels of clear spring water.
Crowds of children wading in it,
Drive up to their knees,
Playing their pranks.
I live like a king in this city!
In the evening I walk through a narrow, deserted alley
Sometimes, I then stroll at my own pace.
Caressing the evening air against my face.
If I am silent, I hear a fountain somewhere.
Connecting to the dark side of mankind.
The open window:
A final puff
Of fragrant lilacs
Bringing the evening breeze
Into my room.
I can not sleep!
I met a classmate, Richard.
We had seen each other a couple of times outside.
He asks, what I am studying about.
What am I studying about?
Everything and nothing.
I'm frustrated
And think I'm too stupid for the specialized sciences.
I want to become a man!
Form into one.
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Personality! The path to the new German!
Style is everything!
Style is an agreement between law and expression.
Anyone who wants to have style must understand,
Law and expression.
That's the name for style,
Have nothing but this,
Of course act, do, suffer,
And make what is right.
On the path, is the sound.
If it does not burn in you,
How can you burn!
May 16
In the evening I visited Richard.
We sat down in the garden
and talked until late at night.
He is smart and understanding
We share memories from his earliest youth.
Before me lies the village, garden and house.
By an open window I hear, like the mother in the kitchen.
Mother!
One needs to have nothing but a mother.
A mother is everything for her children:
Friend, teacher, confidant, source of joy,
pride, motivation, accuser, reconciler, judge.
On forgiveness, the mother has apparently missed her profession.
My mother in particular is a divine spendthrift:,
Ranging from money to the mercies of the heart.
She is what she has, and often beyond.
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