CHAPTER 35

                                                                                                           THE PURGATORY REGION

That eagle with pure gold plumage that snatched GANYMEDE, taking him to Olympus to serve as a cupbearer for the GODS, always has the custom of hunting in the purgatorial region.

That majestic bird of the SPIRIT, circling marvelously, descends terribly like lightning and snatches the SOUL to the sphere of fire to burn with it, both turned into living flame.

Let us remember the mighty Achilles stirring in fear and not knowing where he was, when his MOTHER, stealing him from CHIRON, transported him asleep to the island of Scyros, from where the Greeks later took him.

Come to my memory those times when I left hell to enter the purgatorial region.

My mother had already instructed me thoroughly, turned into a true pain; he had sailed with me in the boat of CHARON; He had shown me the dissolution of the PLURALIZED EGO, and finally he had taught me that the mind devoid of the EGO, continues with the bad tendencies.

Oh my God! ... the PLURALIZED I, when dissolving, leaves behind its seeds of perdition.

The YOGUIS say that you have to fry those seeds, incinerate them, to reduce them to cosmic dust.

It is urgent to understand that the ego is reborn as a weed from its own seeds.

So I needed to incinerate those bad seeds of the poisonous grass, it was necessary to enter the purgatorial region of the LOWER MOLECULAR WORLD to burn the seedbed of MYSELF, the Ego.

I approached until I reached the place that before had seemed to me to be a break, similar to the gap that divides a wall, and I saw a door which was climbed by three steps, of different colors; In that terrible portico the word PURGATORY was engraved with indelible characters.

And I saw a doorman who had not yet uttered a word, that genius was standing on the upper tier, he was an angel of extraordinary beauty, imposing, severe, terribly divine; He had in his right hand a naked sword, which reflected lightning.

Anyone who tries to penetrate the purgatorial region devoutly prostrates himself at the feet of that angel and begs him for mercy to open, first giving himself three blows to the chest.

Unforgettable and terrible moments are those in which the angel writes with his sword on the forehead of the INITIATE the letter P, repeated seven times. Then the following phrase is heard from his lips: "Try to wash these stains when you are inside."

Do you remember the case of the woman from LOT? Looking back she turned into a statue of salt.

So also the angel of Purgatory warns that the one who looks back, after having entered the LOWER MOLECULAR WORLD, loses his work, It comes out again the way it came in.

This means absolute repentance, not to make the same mistakes of the past, not to commit a crime.

Whoever looks back fails, repeats the same mistakes, returns to the sinful past, does not purify himself.

Anyone who looks back becomes a purgatorial failure. In Purgatory one must march firmly forward.

In the lower molecular region one understands how absurd is pride and arrogance; We are only simple chrysalis, worms from the mud of the earth, within which the celestial butterfly can be formed based on tremendous SUPER-INTIMATE EFFORTS, but it is not a law that this happens, such chrysalis can be lost and that is what normal.

How foolish are those envious people who, when they see another happy person, suffer the unspeakable. Why will they set their hearts on what requires exclusive possession?

"BEATI PACIFICI, THAT LACK OF SINFUL ANGER". Unfortunately anger, anger, can be disguised with the judge's robe or with the smile of forgiveness; Each flaw is multifaceted.

In the purgatorial region we suffer dreadfully amid the fire of lust; We relive in subconscious, submerged spheres, all the pleasures of sexual passion, but this causes us deep pain.

"ADHAESIT PAVIMENTO ANIMA MEA". Poor souls who became attached to earthly things, how much they suffer in the purgatorial region! People of the Purgatorial region! Remember, I tell you, PIGMALIÓN, whom his passion for gold made a traitor, a thief and, to top it all, parricide too.

And what shall we say about the misery of the miser MIDAS, with his absurd requests turned into a ridiculous character for countless centuries?

And what about laziness? Mermaid who distracts the sailors in the immense sea of existence, she pushed ULYSSES out of the way and from her horrible belly comes the pestilence.

Gluttons of purgatory! Look at Bonifacio, who shepherded so many people, to see Meser Marchese, who, having had time to drink in Forli with less thirst, was such that he never felt satiated.

Remember the damned formed in the clouds, who full fought THESEUS with their double breasts.

I saw and heard horrible things in PURGATORY; reliving all the bestialities of ancient times there, I really felt like a pig.

One of those days, talking with a fellow soul in PURGATORY, I told her: "My sister, here we have become pigs." "That's right," he answered, "here we have become pigs."

Time passed and suffered the unspeakable incinerating evil seeds; eliminating junk.

And many fellow souls from the purgatorial region looked like decomposing corpses lying on beds of pain; they removed seeds, horrible filthy larvae, bad tendencies.

Those poor souls sighed and complained. I never forgot my DIVINE MOTHER, I always begged her to help me in this purgatorial work, to eliminate this or that psychological defect. The fight against myself was terrible.

At last one night the blessed mother goddess KUNDALINI entered the purgatorial region disguised as a man. I recognized her intuitively. Why have you dressed up as a man? Asked. "To enter these regions," was his reply.

When will you get me out of here? She, the adorable one then set the date and time. "Later the viewer instruction will come" —he continued saying—; it is clear that I understood everything.

Several details confirmed the word of my MOTHER; the seven P had already been erased little by little one by one, the purifications were evident, pathetic, clear, positive.