CHAPTER 9
THE ORACLE OF APOLLO
After the royal and sacred funerals of POLIDORO, the epic warrior fallen gloriously among the helmets and round shield in bloody battle, AENEAS the Trojan with his ships and his people set out to the stormy and terrifying sea and did not take long to reach the land of DELOS, place of so many Hyperborean traditions, where burning with the flame of FAITH, he consulted the Oracle of APOLLO wisely built in the hard stone.
Herodotus, in Book IV, Chapters XXXII and XXXIV, tells that the Hyperborean, old ancestors of the LEMURS, periodically sent their sacred offerings to DELOS, wrapped in fromentun straw. Such venerable offerings had their sacred itinerary well marked. They passed first to the country of Scythia and then they went walking west to the Adriatic Sea, a route similar to that followed by amber from the Baltic to the mighty river Po, in the Italian peninsula.
The Dodenos were the first to receive the Hyperborean offerings among the Greeks: they then went down from Dódona to the Baltic Gulf and then continued to EUBEA and CARIPTIA.
Old legends that are lost in the night of the centuries tell that these most sacred Nordic offerings continued their journey from CARYPTIA without touching ANDROS and that from this place the CATECHUMENS passed them to TENOS and then to DELOS.
The DELIOS wisely add that the HYPERBOREANS had the beautiful and innocent custom of sending their sacred divine offerings by the hands of two delicious and ineffable virgins. One of these was called HIPEROCHA and LAODICEA the other.
The sacred scriptures say that to take care of these holy women so delicious and sublime, five INITIATES or PERPHERES, accompanied them on their dangerous and very long journey.
However, everything was useless because those holy men and those two sublime Sibyls were murdered in the land of DELOS when they were fulfilling their mission.
Many nubile, precious and beautiful maidens of the city, full of pain, cut their hair and deposited its kinky loops on a spindle on the monument raised in honor of those sacred victims who were said to have been accompanied by the GODS ARTEMIS and APOLLO.
Most reverend place where AENEAS arrived; DELOS!, Place of archaic Hyperborean legends that hide like precious stones in the deep depths of all ages.
And prostrated on the ground, biting the dust of the centuries, he invoked within the sacred enclosure APOLLO the GOD of FIRE, pleading with his aching heart to protect the city that he was going to found, the second Trojan PERGAMUM. History says that this illustrious man consulted APOLLO, questioning him about what place he designated him to settle. Then the earth shook dreadfully.
The hero and his people crouched and hugged the ground, possessed of a mysterious fear, heard and all heard, the terrible voice of FEBO APOLLO that said: "Strong descendants of Dardano! To establish yourself in a lasting way you must seek the land of where you are originally, the first that has carried you in her womb. There the line of AENEAS will dominate the whole country, and the children of their children and those born of those ".
The epic leader tells that after listening to the Oracle of APOLLO full of concern, he thought what could be the most remote land of his origin, but his elderly father who vividly remembered the old family traditions said:
"Listen, bosses, the name of our hopes. The cradle of our lineage is CRETE, an island that is in the middle of the immense sea. It is populated with powerful cities that are as many rich states."
"From CRETE the cult of CIBELES (THE DIVINE MOTHER KUNDALINI) came to us Trojans with her chariot drawn by lions; from her bronze and other arts that make humans powerful".
"Let's go, then, to CRETE, which is not far, because if JUPITER (THE CHRIST) sends us a favorable wind, we will be there in three days."
"The rumor reached our ears," says AENEAS, "that the King of CRETE Idomeneo, who was our enemy, because he fought alongside the Achaeans in Troy, had left the island, and with his absence our arrival in this country would be much more favorable."
"With hopeful hearts," AENEAS continues, "we were on board, our sailors competed in agility and speed. Sometimes rowing, others handling the rigging, propelled by favorable stern winds, we boarded CRETE without mishap, and there I founded another city that, In memory of our ancient citadel, I called PERGAMEA ".
And that heroic and terrible people led by AENEAS, the illustrious Trojan paladin, would have settled definitively on that island, if an evil and disastrous plague had not forced them to think of going to sea in search of other lands.
In the decomposition and putrefaction of that unhealthy air, the sinister contagion unfortunately infected all the bodies, some fell struck down with the ray of death, while others crawled like fatal specters dislodged by fever.
"A scorching wind," says AENEAS, "burned our crops and the land seemed to refuse us food."
In the mind of AENEAS, furious the storm of thought was unleashed and desperate like a castaway clinging to the cruel rock, he thought of returning to the Sanctuary of APOLLO the GOD OF FIRE, to consult the Oracle again. But that same night, in those delightful hours when the body sleeps and the soul travels in the superior worlds outside the physical organism, ASENEAS met her PENATE GODS; the tutelary Geniuses of his family, the JINAS or ANGELS of TROY.
And the LORDS OF THE FLAME spoke: "It is not necessary, son, that you return sailing to where the Oracle of APOLLO is, you misinterpreted the prophecy. Your homeland of origin is not CRETE, but HESPERIA, the ancient land now called ITALY. From there came the ancient founders of the Trojan race, the hero DARDANO and his ancestor JASIO. Go and tell your father this news. "
And surprised his father then remembered CASSANDRA the Trojan prophetess, that poor woman who had said the same thing before the destruction of the superb Ilion and to whom no one paid any attention because APOLLO had her punished.
That noble woman called CASSANDRA, so adored and blessed, paid a very unique type of KARMA for misuse of her divine powers in previous lives.
And the legend of the centuries tells that AENEAS and its people without wasting any more time set out to sea again, heading for the lands of LAZIO.
CHAPTER 10
THE RUNE AR
Ineffable charms, love poems and things impossible to describe with words come to my memory.
What I have known, what I have seen, what I have felt in the house of my FATHER and in all those resplendent abodes of that GREAT CITY OF LIGHT known as the MILKY WAY, can certainly only be spoken with the verb of gold, in the very pure ortho of the Divine Language.
Once upon a star-studded night, the projected rays of the Moon penetrated my room pretending to be a silver shawl. The deep blue of the sky seemed more like an infinite ocean where the stars twinkled.
And so meditating I entered into ecstasy and abandoned the dense form, there is no greater pleasure than that of feeling the detached soul, then the past and the future are united within an eternal now.
And full of a delicious, unspeakable, indefinable spiritual voluptuousness, I arrived at the doors of the temple driven by the mysterious force of longing.
The door of the SANCTUARY was sealed by a GREAT STONE that prevented the profane from entering.
Do not stop heart before the things of the mystery. Open Sesame! It was my exclamation and the STONE was opened for me to enter.
And when some intruders wanted to do the same, I had to grasp the flaming sword and shout with all the might of my soul: back the profane and the profaners!
I had entered the GREAT TEMPLE of the MILKY WAY, the CENTRAL SANCTUARY of this gigantic Galaxy, the TRANSCENDED CHURCH.
In this venerated place the terror of love and law reigns. Before the sacred ALTAR of that terribly divine temple, only the sidereal GODS can bow down.
Blissful I went before the place of prostrations and adorations. Here and there in all the blessed places of the temple, multitudes of humble and simple men came and went, they seemed rather submissive and obedient peasants.
These were the BODHISATTVAS of the GODS; MEN in the full sense of the word, creatures who enjoy OBJECTIVE KNOWLEDGE; SELF-CONSCIOUS by one hundred percent.
Without any doubt, I was able to evidence ad nauseam that there was no longer in these human creatures, nothing that could be called ME, MYSELF, EGO, these men are really quite dead.
I did not see in them the desire to stand out, climb, climber to the top of the ladder, make themselves felt, etc .; These creatures are not interested in existing, they only want absolute death, to lose themselves in the BEING and that is all.
How happy I was! Advancing through the center of the temple to the SACRED ALTAR; I was certainly marching haughty, energetic, with a triumphal step. Suddenly one of those humble "pick and shovel proletarians" gets in my way; for a moment I wanted to move on, haughty, arrogant, disdainful.
But, oh my God, an INTUITIONAL ray struck me to death and I remembered vividly that once, in a remote past, I had made the same mistake in the presence of this poor peasant, that past mistake became clear in my mind and with dread, terror and horror I remembered the terrible moment in which I was thrown from the temple, the terrifying voices that came out of the SACRED ALTAR amidst lightning, flash and thunder.
All that past revived in my mind in milliseconds, then with regret I stopped my haughty and proud march and contrite, regretful and contrite of heart, I prostrated myself before that modest and submissive "villager". I kissed his feet exclaiming: "You are a great Master, a great sage", but that creature instead of feeling satisfied by my words, replied: "I know nothing, I am nobody". YES, "I replied," you are the BODHISATTVA of one of the GREAT GODS, governor of various constellations.
My happiness was great when that AUTHENTIC MAN blessed us. I felt as if I had been forgiven and happy I continued my way towards the SACRED ALTAR, then I returned to the physical body.
Many years have passed and I have never been able to forget that temple sealed with the sacred stone.
"Behold, I put in Zion the chief cornerstone, chosen, precious." "And whoever believes in it will not be ashamed."
"The stone that the builders rejected has become the head of the corner." "Stone of stumbling block and rock of scandal".
The old medieval ALCHEMISTS always looked for the PHILOSOPHER'S STONE and some carried out the GREAT WORK with full success.
Speaking plenty frankly, it is our duty to emphatically affirm that this STONE is the SEX.
PETER, disciple of JESUS the CHRIST, is the ALADDIN, the marvelous interpreter, authorized to lift the STONE that closes the Sanctuary of the great Mysteries.
Peter's original name is PATAR with its three PTR consonants, which are radicals.
P-It comes to remind us with complete clarity of the FATHERS of the GODS, our FATHER who is in secret, the PHITARAS.
T- This is the TAU, the Cross, the Divine Hermaphrodite, the LINGAM embedded in the YONI.
R-It is fundamental in the fire, it is the EGYPTIAN RA. The R is RADICAL for the powerful Mantra INRI (IGNIS NATURA RENOVATUR INTEGRAM).
Within the STONE the FIRE is latent found and the ancients made the spark jump from the living bosom of the hard flint.
The STONES of the lightning come to my memory, the Orphic Galactites, the Aesculapian Oysterite, the STONE with which MAHCAON heals, PHILOCTETES, the Magic BETHYL of all countries; the HOWLING STONES, oscillating, runic and speaking STONES of the SERAPHINS.
THE CHALICE of the Christified mind has based on the LIVING STONE, the SACRED ALTAR.
THE ARIO MANTRA prepares the GNOSTICS for the advent of the SACRED FIRE.
PRACTICE
Sing this MANTRA every morning dividing it into three syllables: A ... RI ... O ... lengthen the sound of each letter. It is advisable ten minutes a day with this practice.
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