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The Law of Recurrence

With a series of unusual stories I want to explain now what is the Law of Recurrence.

Certainly the aforementioned law never was for me something new, strange or extravagant: In the name of that is the Divinity I must affirm in especial way that pragmatic rule, only I knew it through my unusual experiences.

Attest to all that we have really experienced directly, it is a duty to our fellow men.

I never wanted to slip away, break free intellectually from the multiple variety of memorabilia relating to my three previous existences and which corresponds to my current life.

For the good of the Great Cause for which we are fighting intensely, I prefer to face, take responsibility, pay, frankly confess my errors before the solemn verdict of the public consciousness.

Irrefutably and unequivocally it is appropriate to declare now that I was in Spain the Marquis Juan Conrado, third great lord of the province of Granada.

Clearly, this was the golden era of the famous empire of Spain: the cruel conquistador Hernán Cortés, treacherous like none had gone through with his sword the heart of Mexico as the ruthless Pizarro in Peru, did flee to the hundred thousand virgins.

Since many nobles and commoners, adventurers and perverse in search of fortune, constantly embarked for the New Spain, I in no way could be an exception.

In a simple caravel, fragile and light, I sailed for several months between the stormy ocean in order to reach this land of America.

It is not superfluous to assert that I never intended to plunder the sacred temples of the august mysteries, to conquer or destroy villages or towns.

Certainly I walked through these lands of America in search of fortune; unfortunately I made some mistakes.

Study them is necessary to know the parallel and consciously build the wise Law of Recurrence.

Those were my times of dropped BODHISATTVA and certainly was not a meek sheep.

The centuries have passed and whatever I have awakened consciousness, I could never forget so much nonsense.

The first parallel that we must study corresponds exactly to my present physical body.

In having arrived in fragile boat of the Motherland, I set very close to the cliffs on these shores of the Atlantic.

By those times of the Spanish conquest, unfortunately there was this other international business related to the infamous sale of African blacks.

So for better or worse I met a color noble family, originally from Algeria.

I still remember a maiden so black and so beautiful as a miraculous dream of the Thousand and One Nights.

 I shared with her the bed of pleasures in The Garden of Delights, was really the motive for the incentive of curiosity; I wanted to know the outcome of this racial crossing.

That it was born a mulatto offspring, there is nothing unusual; Later came the grandson, the great-grandson and great-grandson.

In those fallen Bodhisattva times, I forgot the famous astral marks originated during intercourse and that all disembodied carry them in his KARMA-SAYA.

It is manifestly clear that such marks would relate to one with those people and blood associated with chemical intercourse; it is appropriate to say now that the yogis of Hindustan have already done careful studies about this.

It is not superfluous to assert that my present physical body becomes of that metaphysical copulation; In other words I will say that I came to be dressed in flesh that I carry in my present existence. My paternal ancestors were exactly the descendants of the sexual act of the Marquis.

Amazes our descendants through time and distance become ascendency. It is wonderful that after some centuries we come to clothe ourselves with our own flesh, to become children of our own children.

Incessant travels for these lands of New Spain characterized the life of the Marquis and these were repeated in my subsequent existences including the current one.

Litelantes as always stood by me patiently enduring all these tommyrot of my fallen Bodhisattva times. In reaching the autumn of life in each reincarnation, I confess plainly that I always had to leave with the "gravedigger" I refer to an old-initiated lady for which always left my wife and that in a one and another and existence did her duty give me a Christian burial.

In the evening of my present life, he came back to me this old initiated; I recognized her immediately, but since I'm not fallen sweetly put away; she walked away heartbroken.

Coated with that haughty and even insolent Marquis personality, began the return to the motherland after sickening some anger motivated by a shipment of rough diamonds extracted from a very rich mine.

For the good of many readers is not more make some emphasis to crudely asserting that after a short interval in the region of the dead, had to go on stage again incarnating in England.

I entered at the bosom of the illustrious family Bleler and baptized me with the pious name of Simeon.

With the youthful bloom I moved to Spain driven by the intimate yearning to return to America. Thus the Law of Recurrence works.

Obviously, they repeated in space and time the same scenes, identical dramas, similar farewells, etc., including naturally the journey across the stormy ocean.

Intrepid jumped ashore on the tropical coast of South America, then inhabited by different tribes.

Exploring such and such wild regions inhabited by ferocious beasts, I reached the deep valley of Nueva Granada at the foot of the mountains of Monserrate and Guadalupe: Beautiful country governed by Viceroy Solis.

It is unquestionable that in these times, in fact beginning to pay the Karma which was since the Marquis.

Among these Creoles of New Spain, were futile my efforts to get a paying job; desperate for the bad economic situation entered as a simple soldier in the army of the sovereign; at least there I found food, clothing and shelter.

It happened that a holiday in the morning, His Majesty's troops prepared to pay very special honor to his boss and they were spread here, there and everywhere carrying out maneuvers with the purpose of organizing ranks.

I still remember some bad-looking and quarrelsome sergeant reviewing his battalion, was shouting, cursing, sticking, etc.

Suddenly, getting itself to me gravely insulted me because my feet were not in correct military position and then observing minute details of my jacket, treacherous slapped me.

What happened next is not very difficult to guess: nothing good can ever expect from a fallen Bodhisattva. Without any reflection awkwardly I stuck my steely bloody bayonet in his embattled chest.

The wounded man fell into land of death, cries of terror were heard everywhere, but I was clever and using precisely the confusion, disorder and fear, I escaped from that place very closely pursued by well-armed soldiers.

I walked along many roads toward the steep shores of the Atlantic Ocean, I was looked for it everywhere and therefore always avoided passing through checkpoints giving many detours through the jungles.

In the drivable roads (that very few were in those days), they passed me some carriages pulled by pairs of spirited horses: people traveling in such vehicles did not have my Karma, wealthy people.

A typical day at the roadside, near a village, I found a humble shop and it penetrated with the spirit of drink a cup, I wanted to cheer up a bit.

Amazed! Confused! thunderstruck! I was to discover that the owner of that business was Litelantes. Oh! I had loved her so much and found her now married and mother of several children. What claim could I do? I paid the bill and left there with a broken heart...

I continued the march along the path, with some trepidation I could verify that somebody was coming after me: the son of the woman, a kind of rural Mayor. The young man took the floor to say: "According to Article 16 of the Code of Viceroy you are detained". I vainly tried to bribe him: that so armed knighted led me to the court and it is obvious that after being sentenced had to pay lengthy prison for the death of Sgt.

When I was released I walked the wild and terrible mighty banks of the Magdalena River, exercising very hard materials work everywhere had the chance.

As an interesting note of this chapter, I must say that the Essence of the mayor which had to spend so much bitterness locked in a filthy dungeon, he returned with female body; She is now one of my daughters; by the way already to family mother she is, has given me some grandchildren.

Before its reentry I questioned in the supersensible worlds that Soul; I asked about the reason that induced him to search me for his father, he replied saying he had remorse for the evil that had caused me and wanted me to be good to make amends. I confess that he is keeping his word.

At that time I settled on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean after endless karmic bitterness, repeating all steps of the insolent Marquis Juan Conrado ... The best thing I did was have studied esotericism, natural medicine, botany ...

The noble aborigines of those tropical lands, gave me their grateful love for my work of physician: always healed them selflessly...

Something unusual happened one day: it is the spectacular appearance of a great lord come from Spain. That gentleman told me his misfortunes. Was bringing in his Ship his entire fortune and pirates followed him. He wanted a safe place for their rich fortune.

I offered comfort him fraternally and even suggested him to open a cave and store in it his riches: He accepted my advice not before solemn oath require me honesty and loyalty.

With the fragrance of sincerity and the perfume of courtesy both we understood. Then I gave orders to my people, a very select group of aborigines. Those latter opened the crust of the earth.

Made the hole got there with great diligence a large trunk and a smaller box containing big pieces of solid gold and priceless jewels.

By some magical exorcisms I managed the spell of the "saved Jewel" as said Don Mario Roso de Luna, in order to make it invisible to the unpleasant eyes of greed.

The gentleman remunerated me very well making me generous gift of a bag of gold coins and then moved away from those places making himself the purpose of returning to their homeland to bring his family from there, wishing to establish lordly in these beautiful lands of New Spain.

The hourglass of destiny is never still: the days passed, months and years and that good man never returned; perhaps he died in his land or fell victim to piracy which infested the seven seas then, I do not know.

There are sensational cases in life; One day in my present reincarnation, far away from this Mexican land, talked on the matter with a certain group of Gnostic brethren among whom towered his wisdom the Master GARGHA KUICHINES. That was when I received a tremendous surprise: I saw with mystical astonishment as the sovereign commander GK, rose to emphatically confirm my words.

The cited Master informed us that he had personally seen such written in golden verses. He spoke of a dusty old book and regretted borrowed. My God and holy Mother Mary!, but I never knew such a treaty.

Old ancient traditions tell us that many people from those Caribbean coasts were searching for the Bleler treasure.

Curious is that those noble aborigines previously buried so rich fortune, are reincorporated again forming the group of SSS.( SUMUM SUPREMUM SANTUARIUM. The one that is by now into the etheric plane this is to say fourth dimension) Thus the Law of Recurrence works.

I clearly remember that after that of my stormy existence with the aforesaid English character, was constantly invoked by those people who engage in spiritism. They wanted to tell them which was the place where the golden was saved, they coveted the Bleler treasure, however, it is clear that faithful to my oath in the region of the dead, never wanted to give them the secret.

Repeating steps of the insolent Marquis Juan Conrado in my subsequent existence came to embody in Mexico, I was baptized with the name Daniel Coronado, born in the north, around Hermosillo, places all these known in other times by the Marquis. My parents wanted all the good for me and I enrolled young in the military academy, more all in vain.

Any of those days, badly I took a weekend in feasting and drinking with friends skulls. Still confess with some embarrassment, that I had to return home with the cadet uniform dirty, torn and degraded ... Obviously my parents were disappointed.

Ostensibly is that I never returned to the military academy: certainly from that moment began my path of bitterness ... Fortunately then I met again to Litelantes, she was reincarnated with the name Ligia Paca (or Francisca). In a good time I was greeted by husband...

To write the biography of any life is indeed a very difficult and substantial content of work and therefore do only highlight certain details with esoteric purposes.

Unquestionably I did not enjoy comfortable situation, I hardly earn our daily bread; often I ate with the meager wages of Ligia; she was a poor rural school teacher and highs until tormented him with my execrable jealousy. I did not want to see with good eyes to all those colleagues of her who provided friendship...

However, I did something useful for those times: I formed a fine esoteric Gnostic group in the Federal District. Students in such congregation in my present existence in accordance with the Law of Recurrence returned to me...

During the bloody regime of Porfirio Diaz had a charge certainly not very pleasant in the rural police. I made the unforgivable mistake of judging the famous "pintail" dangerous brigand raging in the region; it is clear that such mean was shot...

In my present existence I met him again reincorporated in human female body; suffered delusions of persecution, feared imprison for theft: struggled to untie certain imaginary ties; and believed that He  already will be going to be shoot ... it is clear that canceled my debt curing this sick; psychiatrists had lamentably failed: they were not able to heal her ...

At the outbreak of rebellion against Don Porfirio Diaz, I left the nefarious place in the Cottage. Then with lowly proletarians of picks and shovels, poor laborers took out of the estates of masters, I organized a battalion. It was certainly admirable this brave handful of humble people armed only with machetes, because nobody had money to buy firearms. Fortunately General Francisco Villa welcomed us in the Northern Division; there we got horses and rifles.

There is no doubt that in those years of tyranny we fought for a great cause; the Mexican people groaned under the boots of dictatorship...

In the name of truth I must say that my personality as Daniel Coronado was certainly a failure: the only thing by which was worth to live was by the esoteric group in the Federal District and my sacrifice in the Revolution...

To my comrades in the rebellion I say, I left the ranks when I became seriously ill. In the last days of this stormy life, I walked through the streets of Mexico City, barefoot, his clothes laps pieces, hungry, old, ill and begging ...

With deep regret I confess frankly that I came to die in a filthy hovel.

I still remember that moment when the doctor sitting on a chair, after having examined exclaims, shaking his head: "This case is lost." And then he retired.

What immediately follows is tremendous: I feel bitterly cold as ice death. To my ears come cries of despair: "! Saint Peter, Saint Paul, Help them" So exclaims the woman that I  called her the "gravedigger".

Strange skeletal hands grab my waist and pull me out of the physical body. It is obvious that the Angel of Death has intervened. Resolutely cut with his sickle the silver cord and then bless me and walks away.

Blessed Death, how long did you waited, finally you came to my aid, so bitter was my existence!

Blissful Repose in the higher worlds after countless bitterness: certainly the human pain of mortals also has its limits beyond which reign peace.

Unfortunately it did not last long that rest between the deep bosom of eternity: an ordinary day, softly came to me one of the brightest Lords of the Law spoke and said:

-Master Samael Aun Weor, everything is ready, follow me.

I answered immediately: Yes Venerable Master, okay, I will follow. Then we rode together in various places and entered at last in a manor house, crossed a courtyard and then go through a room and then went into the bedroom of the midwife: hear who complained, suffered labor pains...

That was the mystic moment that I saw with amazement the Silver Cord of my present existence psychically connected to the infant was born.

Moments later the creature eagerly inhaled the PRANA of Life: I felt attracted into that little body and then I cried with all the strength of my Soul...

I saw some people around me smiling and confess that I was particularly struck by a giant who looked at me with affection; was my earthly father.

It is not over to say with some emphasis, that that good author of my days was in medieval times during the times of chivalry, a noble lord whom I had to overcome in bloody battles. He then swore revenge and it is clear that fulfilled it in my present existence.

Very young I left the family home moved by painful circumstances and traveled all places that I was before in past existences.

The same dramas, the same scenes were repeated: Litelantes appeared again on my way, I met again with my old friends wanted to speak, but they did not recognize me; Useless were my efforts to make them remember our past times.

But something new happened in my present reincarnation: my Real Inner Being made desperate efforts, terrible, for bringing me to the right path which I had deviated for a long time.

I frankly confess that I dissolved the Ego and I got up from the mud of the earth.

It is obvious that that the Ego is subjected to the Law of Recurrence, when the ego is dissolves we acquired freedom, and we became independent of the aforementioned Law.

Practice has taught me that the different scenes of the various life existence are processed within the Cosmic Spiral, always repeated and at higher or lower coils.

All the facts of the marquis, including his innumerable journeys, always repeated at ever lower coils in the three subsequent reincarnations.

There are people in the world of automatic, exact repetition, people always reborn in the same town and among his own family.

It is evident that such Egos and know by heart their role and even they have the luxury of prophesying about themselves: it is clear that the constant repetition does not let them forget events therefore seem soothsayers.

Such people often astound their families for the accuracy of their forecasts.