pienen minän tuho..
Se on aina plussaa puutarhan hoidolle!
One night, it does not matter which one, I was called to the Temple of the Himalayas. “Ask and it shall be granted unto thee.” “Knock and it shall be opened unto thee.”…
I was submitted to unutterable ordeals, inside, in the ancestral patio of the temple behind those sacred walls. How many memories……!
Thus, within that patio of mysteries, an Adept-Lady (after many, too many ordeals, which were exceedingly frightful and terrible), sinisterly showed me the bare and horrible bony figure of Death: A skeletal skull between two crossed long bones.
Allow me to live a little more… I am working for the sake of this suffering humanity… I will pay everything I owe by sacrificing myself for the great orphan. Have mercy on me.
“If thou wouldst have been prepared, thou wouldst have died before this figure.” This was the answer. Then, a terrifying silence pervaded.
I, a vile slug from the mud of the earth, standing abreast of one of these solemn, unconquered columns of that Sanctuary… Woe is me! Woe! Woe! … Tremendous memories came into my mind… I was inside, within the Sacred Order of Tibet. However, this was nothing new for me, I remembered that in other times, I had been there, inside that same place and standing abreast of the same venerated column.
On that patio, around the sacred table, a group of Nirmanakayas were seated… Those ineffable Beings were distilling happiness.
Oh God! What beautiful tunics, vestures of paradise! What divine countenances! It is obvious that among them, some Sambogakayas were not missing, who, as it is known, have three more perfections than the Nirmanakayas.
Lords, allow me to speak some words… The memories of other times are coming now into my memory.
Long ago, many centuries before, I was standing here, in this very same place and abreast of this same column.
A venerable elder answered me, “If thou wouldst not have been here before, thou wouldst not have knocked again on the doors of this temple.”
Then, while withdrawing myself from that column, I advanced some steps, in order to reverently prostrate myself in front of the table of those Saints. The elder (who had taken the floor in the name of all those elected ones), stood up in order to pronounce some just recriminations against me.
What a majestic countenance! He looked like a living Christ! Many cosmic days and cosmic nights were reflected within his eyes! His sacred beard was a living representation of the universal Word of life and his immaculate hair fell upon his ineffable shoulders, reminding me of the Ancient of Days from the Hebraic Kabbalah!
He spoke and said terrible things. He mentioned a woman whom I had known after the submersion of the old Atlantean continent. “Do you remember this lady?” “Yes, I do, venerable Master, I do remember her.” It is evident that in those ancient times, I had failed because of her.
“Do you remember this other lady?” “Yes I do, venerable Master, I do remember her.” Then, the living remembrance of a Tibetan Queen came into my mind…
The sight of Him, the most sacred Elder, trespassed my heart. It was impossible to hide myself in front of that Divinity...
Thus, the Adept-Lady, disguised with the costume of a ritual executioner, resolutely advanced towards me, while holding the sacred whip in her right hand. Immediately I understood that I had to pass through the evangelical flagellation.
So, I walked towards the interior of the temple very slowly… along side of that very ancient patio surrounded by archaic walls.
Die! Die! Die! Exclaimed that Lady at the time that she, indeed, was flagellating me with that sacred whip.
Yes, this is what I want, to die, to die, to die, so, lash me harder. Hence, those whippings, instead of producing in me that frightful pain of torture, were penetrating inside of me as electrical lightning which was benefiting me, because I felt that internally those entities that constitute the pluralized ego were overthrown to death.
It is written that Horus must defeat and destroy the Red Demons of Seth (Satan), so that the soul can resurrect within the heart of Osiris (Christ).
It is evident, certain, inevitable, that after having returned again to the Second Birth, I needed to die within myself, here and now.
This is not the ordinary, common and current death of the profane and profaners of this life, a death which infuses great terror into vulgar people, a death which terrifies the multitudes who populate the face of the earth.
Indeed, the death which we refer to is the Initiatic Death for the Masters. Such a death is mentioned by Giordano Bruno who wrote Coloro Che Filosofano Dirittamente Intendono a Morire.
The Initiatic Death is the death of Seth, which is the “Myself,” the Mind-Self that is so worshipped by many sincerely mistaken ones.
Hence, many years of my life have already passed; however, I could never ever forget this cosmic event that occurred in the heart of the Himalayas.
Presently, I am completely dead. I intensely worked with the help of my sacred serpent. Therefore, the Red Demons have been defeated.
The struggle was hard; however, I achieved the Initiatic Death. This path is more bitter than bile. Many are called, but few are chosen.
The path of life is formed with the prints made from the hooves of the horse of death.
I needed to dissolve the ego, yes, to die. Now, I utter this because…
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