CHAPTER-V
In the tropical slopes of the Sierra Nevada, on the shores from the "Caribbean Sea", lived austerely with a certain very select group of Gnostic students, very far from so much stuff of nonsenses, panara, goofy, from vain intellectualism... Honest and irreproachable Gnostic anchorites, grateful we had built with wood from those simple abode. One day, no matter what, some of those cenobites of Universal Gnosticism, eagerly knocked on the door of my abode to beg me to put out the fire. The incessant crackling of the igneous element advanced terrible through the thick shadow incinerating everything what it found in its path. Terrible cremation threatened crops and huts. In vain ditches, ditches, were made with the purpose of stopping the triumphal march of the fire. However, I confess frankly and unequivocally that in those moments the fate of all these Gnostic brothers was in my hands. What to do? So, I decided to operate magically: Advancing on my feet to the titanic wander, I sat down very close to it and then I concentrated on the Intimate. Praying secretly, I begged him to invoke Agni, the enormous and illustrious God of Fire. The Intimate heard my prayer and cried out with a great voice like when a lion roars, calling Agni, and seven thunders repeated their voices. Soon the bright Lord of Fire was at my side, the resplendent Son of Flame; the All-Merciful. I felt him in all the presence of my Being and I begged him in the name of "Universal Charity" to dissipate that fire. Ostensibly the Blessed Lord of Perfections considered my request just and perfect. In an unusual way, a soft perfumed breeze emerged from the blue mystery of the deep woods that totally changed the direction of the tongues of fire and then the candle completely dissipated.
- Another day, when I was talking among the Gnostic cenobites in a very beautiful clearing in the thick of the forest, very close to the cabins, we were suddenly threatened by a torrential downpour. Longingly, I concentrated on the Intimate, praying intensely and asking him to invoke Paralda, the Elemental Genius of the restless sylphs of the air. Olympian came that Deva with the evident purpose of helping me; I took advantage of the magnificent opportunity that was offered to me and begged him to move the stormy clouds away from those contours. Unquestionably these last ones opened above our heads in the form of a circle, and then they left before the astonished mystics of that corner of love.
- How happy we dwelt in our cabins in the lonely wood! Unfortunately new persecutions came. Profane people from the neighboring villages took on the task - certainly not a very beautiful one - of propagating various defamatory lies against us. The gossip of the ladies, the trickery of the gentlemen, such scurrilous talk, assumed monstrous figures and the storm was unleashed. That order of things went from bad to worse every day and finally the accusers, the informer, the whistleblower emerged. Alarmed, the police searched for me everywhere with categorical orders to apply the law of flight. Certainly I was not for those poor gendarmes a simple troublemaker of the town in the style of Paul of Tarsus, but something worse: a sorcerer from the underworld escaped from mysterious covens, a bird of ill omen, a monster that it was essential to imprison or kill. One starry night, while I was in a state of ecstasy, I was visited by a Mahatma who, taking the floor, said: "Many armed people come looking for you; you must go another way." It is not superfluous to assert with great emphasis that I always know how to obey orders from the Universal White Fraternity. Taking advantage of the nocturnal silence I went down the mountain by a steep and difficult path. In the "plan", as the Gnostic hermits call the coastal lands outside the Sierra, I was picked up by the venerable master Gargha Kuichines (Julio Medina V.). He transported us in his car to a beautiful city.
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