Each one of us knew well that the dissolution of the EGO corresponds to the esoteric work in the sinister depths of the Acheron.
It is ostensible that we, the brothers of the Secret Order, were very dead, but we wanted to enter a higher work.
We all suffered full of intimate longings, we wanted to reduce to cosmic dust those three classic Furies that Dante saw in the infernal abysses.
We were told in the temple that we should wait with infinite patience for the Abbot of the Monastery, but it is obvious that the hours were long and boring ... the Venerable certainly did not seem to be in any hurry.
It was something unusual and unusual to see those W. L. Adepts, quite tired, annoyed and moody.
Some very respectable brothers moved everywhere, here, there and over there protesting the singular delay of the Superior.
There are surprising cases in life and one of them was the surprise entry of the Abbot into the temple. All the brothers of our order were stunned, stupefied, because they had already lost hope of seeing the Master.
In front of the sacred brotherhood the Venerable spoke saying: "You, brothers, need two virtues that this brother has." This he said pointing at me with his index finger...
Afterwards, in a sweet and imperative way at the same time, he said to me: "Tell them, brother, what are these two virtues!":
"You have to know how to be patient, you have to know how to be serene." So I spoke with a slow and clear voice...
"You see? Are you convinced?" Exclaimed the Abbot. All frightened and amazed at the same time, they chose to keep a tremendous silence...
It is indubitable that all the brothers had to be postponed for the superior work because only my insignificant person was victorious in the difficult test.
Much later in time, I had to appear before the brotherhood of another W.L. monastery, to receive certain instructions and to sign some important documents. I was going to work intensively in the lunar atomic hells disintegrating the three Daughters of Mara and it is ostensible that for this reason, I should first be instructed and admonished.
It is worth emphasizing the transcendental fact of a work completed in the submerged mineral kingdom of planet Earth; for it is obvious that in Tartarus I had reduced the animal EGO to cosmic dust.
However, it is unquestionable that the higher work in the lunar abysses, eliminating the three traitors of HIRAM-OSIRIS, would undoubtedly be much more difficult.
I was warned and advised with the following words: "You must take good care of the cold of the moon -as if telling me not to abandon sexual magic-. You have the I well dead, but if you made the mistake of falling back into the animal generation, then the EGO he would rise little by little ".
In the state of NIRVIKALPA SAMADHI I was taken by my Divine AUGOEIDES to the Lunar World; then I was wisely advised.
My soul was moved in its most intimate depths to find there the Ancient of the temple of the twice-born; our dear rector. The sacred old man seems to have all the psychological characteristics of the lemon but it is ostensible that he radiates infinite love...
I understood that to be entitled to ascent to the lunar sky, I must first descend into the Selenite hells and bravely face the three furies.
"Come, Medusa, and we will turn you to stone," the wicked scream, "we did wrong not to take revenge on Theseus' audacious entry."
When I wanted to climb the symbolic ladder of Jacob, the old Sacred of the temple, he tore a delicious branch from the tree of knowledge and made me smell it; that fragrance was Nirvanic, heavenly. "Always smell this branch so you can climb up." Such were the words of the Adept.
We must nourish ourselves with the delicious fragrance of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, but not eat it ... that is the Law.
In the abysses of Selene I began my work with Judas, the demon of desire, the Theosophical KAMARUPA; It is regrettable that many ignorant people confuse this first traitor with the sidereal or astral body that the twice-born made in the LIGHTING FORGE OF VULCAN.
The Scorpion-headed Goddess -the third cosmic aspect of my Divine Mother Kundalini-, walking inside the passionate monster disguised as a mysterious scorpion, rained down her cup of destruction on it.
Behold, the Gods who helped me tore the chest of the first Fury without mercy. The hideously Divine Lion-headed Goddess immobilized her limbs and took away all the bestial strength she possessed.
It good to say quite right s with and great emphasis that in good time and thanks to the direct help of my Divine Mother Kundalini, the horrifying demon of desire, the evil Judas, was reduced to ashes.
A little later I had to continue my work with the restless demon of the mind that brings us so much bitterness, the abominable Pilate of all times.
That vile classic Fury has obviously caused some confusion in the intellect of notable occult researchers...
It is ostensible that some very serious authors confused the inner Pilate of each one with the authentic and legitimate mental body that the twice-born patiently manufactured in the "FORGE OF CYCLOPES".
"Away, O mental demon, you, towards whom Osiris (the intimate being of every human being), feels horror! Get away from my boat pushed by propitious winds."
And I cried out with a great voice as when a lion roars, calling with all the strength of my soul to my Divine Mother Kundalini, and seven thunders repeated my voices...
"The Gods of the vast earth are trapped. Go disgusting Pilate, the God, Lord of the region of the dead, detests you!"
This sinister Fury in its terrifying twilight, came to take the presence of a child...
A vain shadow slowly reducing its figure, a monster that is embellished, loses its original size, is reduced to a point and disappears forever.
Annihilation ... terrible word ... that was the end of the fatal Pilate that tormented me...
Then I continued my work attacking Caiaphas, the third traitor, the most detestable of all the Furies.
I saw the demon of the ill will climb up the steps of my abode, he had a Caesarian look.
Unfortunately, the unfortunate one was not to blame, I had created him myself and, to top it all, I even made the mistake of fortifying him with tyrannical atoms when in Rome my name was: JULIO CESAR.
Glorious Times of the Roman Eagle: In that age I set the stage for the people of the fourth Aryan sub-race and was killed by the evil Brutus and his henchmen...
What deep meditations ... my God! ...
Ah! -I said to myself- I must eliminate from my intimate nature this perverse rebel who has never wanted to obey the Father...
"May the gods grant me your throne! Oh RA! As well as your glorious body."
"I walk your route; and at dawn I reject the demon of ill will that comes hidden behind a curtain of passionate flames, and in the narrow and long corridor of esoteric tests, it suddenly attacks me".
Oh! Oh! Oh! What would have become of me without the cosmic help of my Divine Mother Kundalini?
Venus, Adonia, Insoberta, Rhea, Isis, wielding the spear of Eros with her right hand, fought against the horrible beast...
Not even the Amazon Camila, with her hair loose in the wind and blond as gold, advancing like Diana to meet her enemies, would never have been able to compete with my Mother in beauty...
Certainly the third Fury died after taking several lance stabs to the body ... none matched its hideous appearance; none of them had so many snakes in their hair; her own sisters feared her, the unfortunate carried in her hands all the Gorgon poisons of Hell.
I was able to verify with complete clarity that it astonishes, the whole process of death in the three Furies...
It is unquestionable that they went through all the magical transformations sung by Ovid.
If at first they were gigantic and horrible like the monster Polyphemus of the accursed land that relentlessly devoured Ulysses' companions, then, moments before the sovereign grim reaper arrived, they already had the appearance of newborn children...
Those shadows have died distilling in me the fragrance of life, a certain percentage of my consciousness that was bottled between them...
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