CHAPTER 39

                                                                                                                        THE NYMPHS

IRIS, divine ineffable maiden, messenger goddess with winged feet, you protect the INITIATED women who work in the VULCAN FORGE.

Weren't you, sublime beauty, the one who delivered to TURNO the bellicose chief Rutulus, that celestial message from JUNO the GODDESS of the Initiated matrons?

And after the solemn libations, the brave TURNO like a new Achilles, threateningly advances with his army on the Trojan camp, so it is written and this is known by the divine and the humans.

However, the Trojans, neither slow nor weak, gathered in the parade ground and were soon in the line of battle.

Terrifying, frightening, terrifying, TURNO turns incessant around the Trojan walls, strange destiny, repeating itself in Lazio the epic battles of the destroyed Troy.

However, this time, the Trojans, despite being veterans of so many wars, do not dare to face the enemy in the open field, due to the absence of AENEAS, who is now absent.

What came next? The legend of the centuries knows it ... Fire, the flames, the burning torches sizzle threateningly.

RUTULO wanted to burn the ships of AENEAS; CIBELES, the DIVINE MOTHER KUNDALINI begs the COSMIC CHRIST, JUPITER, the SON of CHRONOS, and he helps the Trojans.

Fortunately those ships were made of sacred wood of pine felled on the holy mountain of Ida, where CHRIST (JUPITER) had his favorite forest.

And ... amazement! Wonder! ... The mysterious ships instead of burning like a fatal holocaust, transform into NYMPHS of the immense sea.

When will this wisdom be understood? Who will understand these wonders?

Ah! If the human mind had not degenerated so much ...  I have seen many times tender maidens dressed as brides as ready to celebrate weddings.

Yes; Oh God! I have seen them at the foot of each PINE, innocent souls right? VEGETAL ELEMENTALS.

Yes; Those are truly the ELEMENTALS of the PINES, each one of these CHRISTMAS trees has its own SOUL.

When will the CULTORS OF CHRIST establish their SANCTUARIES among forests full of PINES?

That do these trees have powers? Who would dare to doubt it? Could the warriors of TURNO, the new ACHILLES, turn the Trojan ships into a holocaust?

If people AWAKEN CONSCIOUSNESS, they could converse face to face with the NYMPHS of the stormy ocean.

If people AWAKEN CONSCIOUSNESS they could talk with the ELEMENTALS of the PINES.

However; What a pain! ... My God! The poor people sleep soundly.

Ah! If those who investigate the occult really understood the author of the metamorphoses of plants; if they understood Humboldt with his cosmos; if they really intuited the TIMEAOIUS and the CRITIAS of PLATO the divine, then they would approach to the amphitheater of COSMIC SCIENCE, and would penetrate the mystery of VEGETAL MAGIC.

If those who study OCCULT ANATOMY understood the mysteries of DEVI KUNDALINI, if they really loved CIBELES and DIVINE JUPITER; If they worked in the NINTH SPHERE, then they would be admitted to the ELEMENTALS paradises of nature.

Let us now recall the chorus of NIMPHS DE CALYPSO in the highly occult work of "Telemachus" by Fenelon.

A certain ESOTERIC group that once visited ancient OLISES in the FOURTH DIMENSION, had the immense happiness of being assisted by a group of marine NYMPHS.

Those FAIRIES laid out on the moss of a thousand-year-old rock, a fine lace tablecloth whose beautiful figure could be compared to those subtle weaves that sometimes form cirrus clouds in the sky, and right there, on Atlantis tableware that from afar Because of its colors, it was reminiscent of Talavera earthenware a few years ago so fashionable, they were served a meal of frugal appearance, but so nutritious that it seemed to fill them all with happiness and youth.

The wheat, the rye, the syrup, the corn, the coca, the cola nut, the sopari bread, which the INDOSTAN ADEPTS give as a sign of alliance to their disciples, the honey, the unfermented must, a thousand juices and indescribable molasses made up the dishes.

Delicious dishes that neither Brillat-Savarin ever tasted, nor Montiño and Altimira would ever understand.

A fragrant liquor, served in an agate glass reminiscent of the HOLY GRAIL chalice, ended up plunging this group of brothers into a strange, mysterious state.

They felt content, happy, full of vigor and wariness, and able to embark fearlessly on the most terrible adventure.

It goes without saying that this group explored ATLANTIS and learned about all the mysteries of the submerged continent.

I also met two wonderful NYMPHS when I was sailing on a sailboat in the Caribbean Sea.

They came to meet us through the raging waves, they were of incomparable beauty.

One was the color of violets, a delicate maiden, she floated among the waters and sometimes walked with a rhythmic and innocent step; sweet, agile and simple advances, without anything animal and much divine; she looked more like a barefoot Indian.

The other had the wonderful color of corals; in the cordial shape of her mouth the strawberry left its purple and in the subtle delicate draw of that face, her eyes shone.

The dawn was dawning on the ocean, I saw them and they spoke to me with the verb of light; then very slowly they approached the beach and climbed over the rocks of the cliffs.

I became friends with those two wonderful NYMPHS and when I think of their powers and those transformed AENEAS ships, I then immerse myself in MEDITATION and Prayer.