CHAPTER XLI

                                                                                                      THE QUEEN OF THE JINAS

 

The spear at the hilt, the strong shield to the chest, the threatening body on the saddle, the savage barbarian threatens the hero, his eyes fixed, his countenance livid; His face serene, in a forced gesture, the knight brandishes the sparkling iron, and surrounded by the dust that they raise, the earth around the attack they frighten.

 

In a confused revolt the battle, the knight fights for his Lady, all the sons of Satan burning in anger are fierce, the broken mesh is blown to pieces, the bodies are martyred with raw blows; There is no yielding, there is no calm, immovable fence, crossed thousand irons continually bristling; Hurt yourselves, to be wounded, they turn and despise death, boiling with anger and raging.

 

The eternal Lady, the SOUL-SPIRIT (BUDDHI), always demands from her knight all kinds of unprecedented prodigies of courage and sacrifice.

 

She, the Divine Perfect Wife, is Geneva, the Queen of the JINAS, the one who poured wine to Lanzarote.

 

Delicious wine of transcendent spirituality, in the Initiatic glasses of SUKRA and MANTI...

 

Cups that are not, in short, but the Holy Grail in its meaning as the Chalice of the supreme initiatory drink or nectar of the Holy Gods.

 

Fortunately, the dog Cerberus (the sexual instinct) guides the leash that helps the knight in his colossal adventure.

 

Hercules seized Cerberus, the three-headed dog, and, despite his barking, pulled him out of Tartarus, tied by the collar...

 

Horrible den where Cerberus howls, a prodigy of terror, who with his barking, his three huge flat heads and his neck surrounded by snakes, fills all the deceased with terror ...

 

Cerberus, "Guide Dog"; gratefully leads along the path of the razor's edge to the knight who is able to rescue him from the tortures of hell.

 

Cerberus sunk among the atomic hells of man, emancipated, becomes the best guide of the Initiate.

 

Wonderful dog (Sexual libido), pulling the chain guides the Adept who is looking for his Beloved...

 

Blessed is the gentleman who, after the hard struggle, celebrates his betrothal with the Queen of the JINAS! ...

 

It is written in golden letters in the book of life, that inside the BUDDHI, like a pure and transparent glass, the flame of PRAJNA (The Being) burns miraculously.

 

Precious LADY-SPIRIT, eternal adorable wife, ideal woman; Buddhic charm of love.

 

Accept me in gracious honor as your servant and slave. Be my beloved that I am not worthy of you...

 

But, noble Divine Lady, I dare not ask you but allow my rendered service. That in all that is in me I will serve you as a faithful vassal.

 

See ... Surrendered to you, with all my eagerness and zeal, thus I surrender myself entirely to your will! ...

 

The Divines and humans know well that the Lord of Perfection (The Theosophical ATMAN), has two souls, you and I ... (The Buddhi and the  or causal or Superior Manas) ...

 

The few wise men who have been in the world do not ignore, that you are my adored and that I am your adorer...

 

Is it the light of day that illuminates me or is it the memory of your presence? Everywhere I look, the world seems to me full of your image. In the ray of sunlight that wavers in the water and plays among the leaves, I see only the likeness of your eyes...

 

What is this change that has altered my being and that has changed the aspect of the Universe?

 

I will not seek any remedy for your tests. I submit myself to all those you impose on me. I am your subject ... and you are my queen. I proclaim it aloud and I boast of it. In truth, dying for you must be the greatest happiness.

 

One night of indisputable delights I had the joy of meeting my Beloved in the secret place of a mountain.

 

Along the lonely path the carriage of my fiancee moved slowly...

 

The legend of the centuries says that the Marquise de Beaupré drove around in a car of singular beauty, since it was made of pure porcelain; But the triumphal carriage of my adorable WALKIRIA looked more like that carriage that the wife of the Duke of Clermont used in "rococo" times: a splendid carriage with the trunk of six horses, which had silver horseshoes and the wheels of that one. , rims of the same metal.

 

"You set my heart, sister, my wife";

 

"You have captured my heart with one of your eyes."

 

"With a choker around your neck."

 

"How beautiful are your loves, sister, my wife!"

 

"How better than wine is your love!"

 

"And the smell of your ointments than all the aromatic species!".

 

"Like a honeycomb your lips drip, O wife."

 

"There is honey and milk under your tongue; and the smell of clothes like the smell of

Lebanon".

 

"You are a closed garden, my sister, my wife; a closed source, a sealed source."

 

"Your shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with soft fruits, of flowers and tuberose".

 

"Nard and saffron, aromatic cane and cinnamon, with all the incense trees; myrrh and aloes, with all the main aromatic species."

 

"Source of orchards, well of living waters, flowing from Lebanon."

 

(See "Song of Songs": Bible, Old Testament).

 

The triumphal float of my beloved stops before a fortress of shining porphyry, of the wealth and splendor of the East, the walls and coffered ceilings shine...

 

The splendid vehicle is parked before the gleaming bronze doors that so majestically frighten...

 

Soon the carriage is seen there surrounded by a friendly choir; distinguished knights, princes and nobles; beautiful ladies and delicate children...

 

Someone gives a signal and I obey; I advance towards the chariot of love; I see through the crystals of bliss my WALKIRIA...

 

"How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The contours of your thighs are like jewels, the work of an excellent master."

 

"Your navel like a round cup that does not lack drink. Your belly like a heap of wheat surrounded by lilies."

 

"Your two breasts, like gazelle twins. Your neck, like an ivory tower; your eyes, like the pools of Heshbon by the door of Bat-rabbin."

 

"Your nose, like the tower of Lebanon, looking towards Damascus. Your head above you, like Carmel; and the hair on your head like the purple of the King suspended in the corridors."

 

(See Song of Songs: Bible, Old Testament).

 

She dressed in the bridal gown, the wedding dress of the soul, my fiancee has arrived in her resplendent car for the betrothal.

 

To marry before the Holy Ara with my Twin Soul, the Theosophical BUDDHI. What happiness my God! ... but I was told that I had to wait a little more ...

 

The virile supplier of strength from on high,  postponed me and I suffered with infinite patience...

 

I then had to immerse myself deeply in the sacred mysteries of Mina, the terrifying darkness of a love that is a twin brother of death...

 

I worked intensively in the SUPER OBSCURITY of silence and the august secret of the sages...

 

I had to wait for a time and times and a half ... but I longed for Guinevere, the Queen of the Jinas...

 

One night ... the stars blazing in the all-encompassing space, seemed to have a new look...

 

Away from the madding crowd I was in Samadhi; my bedroom door remained hermetically closed...

 

Then I was able to celebrate the Alchemic Weddings; she entered me and I lost myself in her...

 

In those moments of bliss, the midnight Sun, the Solar Logos, shone intensively...

 

I felt completely transformed. The Church of LAODICEA, the famous SAHASRARA chakra, the LOTUS OF THE THOUSAND PETALS, the crown of the Saints shining in the Pineal Gland, brought me legitimate happiness ... (PARAM ANANDA).

 

In those moments of supreme bliss I really became a true and legitimate "BRAHMA-VID VARISHTA".

 

The thousand Yogas Nadis of SAHASRARA actually gave me power over certain forces of nature...

 

BUDDHI, my GENEVA, in addition to bringing the SHIVA-SHAKTI-TATTVA to the maximum of vibratory activity, had put the coronary PADMA in a certain state of intensified mystical functions...

 

Then I saw myself become the Messenger of the New Aquarian Age, teaching humanity such a new and such revolutionary doctrine ... (And yet so ancient).

 

When I opened my bedroom door, the Diamond Eye (the Pineal) allowed me to see countless enemies. It is obvious that the spread of Gnosis in its revolutionary form will increase more and more the number of my adversaries.

 

It goes without saying that after this great cosmic event, the wedding ceremony had to take place in the temple ... Many people attended this great festival of love...

 

 

                                                                                                             CHAPTER XLII

                                                                                                   THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS

 

After the Alchemical Weddings with that ineffable woman called GENEVA, the Queen of the "JINAS", I then had to bravely face the Dragon of Darkness.

 

I already said in the last chapter that the delicious Valkyrie always demands from its adorable knight all kinds of unprecedented prodigies of courage and sacrifice.

 

Among the scorching fire of the Universe, there are certainly no exceptions: Even LADIES-ADEPTS must fight in many battles, like epic Amazons, when they truly yearn to marry the Beloved One (THE BUDDHI).

 

I thought that after the Alchemical Weddings with my beloved, I would enter fully into a paradisiac honeymoon, nor did I remotely suspect that between the submerged lairs of the Subconscious, the left and dark Mara, the father of the three classical Furies, was hiding.

 

Gigantic monster with seven subhuman heads, bitterly personifying the seven deadly sins...

 

I of the EGO, horrifying spawn of the abyss within which a good percentage of my consciousness was bottled.

 

As we write these lines, we cannot help but remember that Apocalyptic verse that says: "And the Great Dragon was thrown out, the ancient serpent called the devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world; he was thrown to the earth, and his angels (the I's that constitute the Ego), were thrown with it ".

 

If Michael the Archangel and his luminous angels of Divine Light fought heroic battles against the Dragon, why precisely should I be an exception to the general rule?

 

Good heavens and Holy Mary! For even Buddha Gautama Siddhartha himself had to wage dreadful wars against the gruesome Dragon MARA and his three disgusting Furies.

 

It is worth transcribing here in a timely manner, a certain verse from the Buddhist gospel that literally says:

 

"MARA (The Dragon of Darkness), uttered the threats that inspire terror, and aroused such a hurricane that the skies darkened and the sea roared and throbbed. But under the Buddhi tree (the Fig Tree symbol of sex), the Blessed was quiet without fearing anything. The enlightened one knew that no harm could befall him. "

 

Ah, if the Adept could exclaim: "I am not the Dragon" ..., if he could say: "That monster has nothing to do with me"...

 

However, it is clearly written in the book of all enigmas, that MARA is  the EGO, in its deepest infra-conscious states.

 

Zeus from Olympus rules the world, and many times the Gods do what is not expected and what is expected does not happen, and heaven gives human affairs an unintended end. So it has happened now..

 

Fight the Dragon after the Wedding? What a surprise my God! Strange is what happens to me...

 

It is easy to descend to the HELL-WORLDS; but it is not so much to return. There is the hard work! There the difficult test!

 

Some sublime heroes, few indeed, have made the triumphant return. Impenetrable forests separate hell from the world of light; and the waters of the pale river, the Cocito, trace labyrinthine folds in that gloom, whose single image shudders.

 

And the great beast roared fearfully as when a lion roars and the powers of darkness tremble with horror.

 

When in the immense Silano forest, in the splendid shade of the Taburno, two bulls with sharp horns run enraged against each other to fight, the humble frightened shepherds retreat and as is hardly natural, the whole herd remains there motionless and speechless with terror.

 

With all their strength they are filled with terrible wounds and with all their weight they sink their sharp horns into the flesh; their necks and backs ooze blood red glitter and the whole deep forest trembles with their bellowing.

 

Likewise, the Dragon of darkness and my yearning soul ran against each other, protecting themselves with their shields and the abyss was filled with noise.

Jupiter, the venerable Father of the Divines and of the humans, has in balance, contemplating the hard struggle, the two wonderful saucers of his cosmic balance, and places on each one of them the destinies of the two combatants. Which one will succumb? Where will death weigh? The perfidious Mara feels invulnerable in her audacity. Hope and excess hatred agitate him.

 

With his sinister hand the monster wields the fearsome spear of Longinus; three times he tries to hurt me in vain; in despair he throws the Holy Lance at me; I avoid the blow of the hard pike; my Divine Mother Kundalini intervenes in those precise moments; seizes the singular relic and with it mortally wounds the abominable spawn of hell.

 

Little by little the Red Dragon loses his gigantic stature, shrinks horribly, is reduced to a mathematical point and disappears forever in the gloomy den...

 

Terrible are the secrets of the old abyss, a dark and limitless ocean, where the first-born night and Chaos, grandparents of nature, maintain a perpetual anarchy in the midst of the rumor of eternal wars, sustaining themselves with the help of confusion.

 

The heat, the cold, the humidity, the drought, four terrible champions, dispute their superiority there and lead to combat their embryos of atoms that, grouping around the banner of their legions and gathered in their different tribes, lightly or heavily armed, sharp, rounded, fast or slow, they swarm as innumerable as the sands of the Barca or those of the fiery beach of Cirene, dragged to take part in the fight of the winds and to serve as ballast to their swift wings.

 

The atom to which the greatest number of atoms adheres dominates for a moment. Chaos rules as arbiter, and its decisions come to increase more and more disorder, thanks to which it reigns; after him, it is ostensible that in those sublunary submerged regions, perhaps it directs everything.

 

Before that wild abyss, cradle and sepulcher of nature, before that cave that is neither sea nor earth, nor air, nor fire, but is made up of all those elements, which, confusedly mixed in their fertile causes, must fight from the same Always, unless the creative LOGOS disposes of its black materials to form new worlds, before that barbarian Tartarus, the horrifying abyssal spawn breathed its last.

 

Then something unusual, wonderful, extraordinary happened. That fraction of my consciousness previously embedded within the enormous body of the abominable monster, returned to the bottom of my soul...

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