Kundry, the marvelous Eve of Hebraic Mythology, unconscious victim of the evil magician, in front of the Wagnerian Parsifal, exclaims with infinite pain:
"I never do good; I only want rest ... Only rest for this wretched exhausted!".
"To sleep, and I wish I never woke up!" - At that moment she begins to experience the fluids of suggestion at a distance from the magician, and standing up, shuddering with terror, exclaims: "No! Sleep! No! All this terrifies me!" -. She immediately gives a dull cry, her whole body trembles like a blade of grass shaken by the storm, until, powerless against the curse, she lets her arms fall inert, bows her head and taking a few hesitant steps, she falls hypnotized into the undergrowth, moaning:
"Useless resistance. The time has come. Sleep ... Sleep ... It is necessary ... It is necessary to sleep."
The quintessential woman, the symbolic woman, the original devil, the prototype of doom and fall, which not even Amfortas himself, the magnificent King of the Holy Grail, could then resist, now sleeps under the hypnotic power of the evil wizard...
We see you more than beautiful, Kundry! You were born as a miracle in the Eden of all wonders! You are the most beautiful thought of the Creator made flesh, blood and life! ...
Your delicious body seems to have been kneaded with the delicate roses from the edge of the countryside that makes UAD-AL KEBIR fertile! ...
The taciturn fronds silvered by the pale moon, have given sweet shade to your eyelashes...
Your eyelids of exotic charm were created with divine orange blossom leaves. Essence of sublime tuberose hides in your entrails...
Your fascinating braids look more like waterfalls at night falling on your nubile shoulders...
How beautiful you are! ... Do you hear me? Your charming mouth smiles: Your tongue struggles in dreams to form words...
The starry sky opens like a rose: You sleep, Kundry, poisoned by an exotic mystery that no one understands! ...
You sleep. Yes! ... I know ... The forest of the Thousand and One Nights lends me its foliage where the birds that sing sweetly nest; the forest whispers softly, the river murmurs between its bed of rocks: Everything invites you to nap and you sleep; Eve, Kundry, Gundrigia, Herodias ...
Sleep amid your secret laments: You are the unconscious victim of a fatal spell...
More Oh my God! ... What terrifying idea in your dreams haunts you? What is it that, wanting not to do, you do?
Returning from the delightful and pleasant bath, the king's litter is seen passing by towards the castle of Montsalvat.
The venerable old man Gurnemanz joins the procession, kindly inviting the young man for the sacred feast.
It is necessary that the boy also receive the benefits of the Grail...
"We barely marched and I feel, however, that I have already walked far," says Parsifal.
The old man, graying in wisdom, answers him with great success: "You see, my son: time is space here"...
Time itself is the fourth dimension, that is ostensible...
The fourth coordinate is summarized in two totally defined aspects: the temporal and the spatial.
It is unquestionable that the chronometric aspect of the fourth dimension is only the surface.
It is indubitable that the spatial aspect of the fourth vertical is in the background...
Within the three-dimensional world in which we live there is always a fourth vertical and this in itself is time.
In eternity there is no time...
It is clear that the eternal becomes the fifth dimension, you know it...
In eternity everything is processed within the eternal now...
Have you heard of that which is beyond time and eternity? It is clear that the sixth dimension exists...
And what about the unknown zero dimension? Pure spirit? Yes! Yes! Yes!...
The Old Gurnemanz with that time-bleached wisdom, understood everything and wisely led the son of Herzeleide to the Holy Grail...
The scene slowly changes as the old Master and his young disciple advance.
They already leave the lonely forest below, and between them they patiently climb the monstrous granite mass.
Little by little the soft call of the trumpets and the august ringing of the temple bells are heard better and better...
Finally, Master and disciple arrive at a beautiful room, whose majestic dome is lost in the height...
Parsifal falls silent in ecstasy before such divine magnificence impossible to describe in words...
In the background two wide gates full of glory open where the knights of the Grail enter...
The men of the light are placed in an orderly manner before two long, parallel, tablecloth tables, between which a free space remains in the middle.
On the tables of bliss there are goblets or cups, but no delicious delicacies.
On the other hand there appear brave squires and brothers of humble service who bring King Amfortas in his litter, and before him, some pure children like angels with rosy faces...
These creatures carry an ark covered with purple cloth, within which the mysteries of sex are hidden.
The sublime retinue places King Amfortas on a bed at the back, under a canopy and on the marble table in front of the sacred ark ...
The congregation of light thus sings ... blissfully, from the various places of the temple, the hymn of the Grail, which says:
"Day by day, prepared for the last supper of Divine Love, the feast will be renewed, as if for the last time today there were to console him for those who have taken pleasure in good works. Let us approach the agape to receive the august gifts."
"Just as the blood that redeemed the world ran one day amid infinite pains, May my blood be shed with a joyful heart for the sake of the Hero Savior. In us lives, through his death, the body that he offered for our salvation"...
Let our faith live forever, for the dove, propitious messenger of the Redeemer, hovers over us. Eat of the bread of life and drink of the wine that flowed for us "...
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