XIX

                                                                              PERSECUTIONS

In the tropical slopes of the Sierra Nevada, on the banks of the "Macuriba" or "Caribbean Sea," I had to recapitulate patiently the various initiatory esoteric processes of the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Initiations of Fire.

There I lived austere with a certain select group of Gnostic students, very far from so much vacuous, silliness, from the vain intellectualism...

Upright and irreproachable Gnostic anchorites, grateful had built me with wood from those forests, simple dwelling...

I want to evoke now for a moment all those enlightened men, some of whom in these moments stand out as notable International Missionaries...

 How happy I was in that covered in forest refuge of the deep grove, out of the mundane bustle!

Then I returned to the elemental paradises of nature and the princes of fire, air, water and perfumed earth, gave me their secrets...

One day, no matter what, some of these cenobites of UNIVERSAL Gnosticism, anxiously knocked on the door of my dwelling to beg me to put out the fire.

The incessant crackling of the igneous element, advanced terrible through the thick shade, incinerating everything in its path...

Horrible cremation threatened crops and cabins. In vain ditches were made, gutters, with the purpose of stopping the triumphal march of the fire.

The Fiery Element passed through every pit and swept over it, threatening inclemently all the surroundings, contours, outskirts and surroundings...

Obviously, I've never been a fireman or "swallow-smoke" as they are sympathetically nicknamed those heroic public servants...

However, I confess frankly and unambiguously, that in those moments the fate of all these Gnostic brothers was in my hands. What to do?.

I longed to serve them in the best way possible and this was, beyond all doubt, one of my best opportunities...

Infamous, absurd and even ungrateful would have been to deny such urgent help. Not only is KARMA paid for the wrong done, but for the good that is stop  doing, when it can be done.

So, I resolved to operate magically: advancing on my feet to the titanic site, I sat very close to there and then concentrated on the Intimate...

Praying secretly I begged him, invoking "AGNI", the huge and Illustrious God of Fire...

The Intimate listened to my prayer and cried out with a loud voice, as when a lion roars, calling "AGNI", and seven thunders repeated their voices...

Promptly was next to me the brilliant Lord of Fire, the resplendent Son of the flame; the Omni-merciful...

I felt him in all the presence of my Being and I begged him in the name of "Universal Charity" to dissipate that fire...

Ostensibly, the Blessed Lord of Perfection considered my claim just and perfect...

In an unusual way emerged from the blue mystery of the deep grove, a soft perfumed breeze that completely changed the direction of those tongues of fire, and then completely dissipated the fire...

Another day, when I was speaking before the Gnostic Cenobites, in a very beautiful clearing of the forest, very close to the huts, we were suddenly threatened by a torrential downpour ...

Longingly I focused on the Innermost, praying intensely and asking him to invoke "PARALDA", the Elemental Genius of the restless Sylphs of the air.

Olympic that Deva came with the obvious purpose of helping me; I took advantage of the magnificent opportunity that was offered to me and I begged him to get away from those contours the stormy clouds...

Unquestionably, those latter opened themselves over our heads in a circle form, and then left before the astonished mystics of that corner of love...

At that time, the Gnostic brothers traveled weekly to the sandy beaches of the stormy sea...

LITELANTES entrusted to those sincere penitents, brought us fish and even vegetables and fruits, which in the Sierra Nevada was not possible to cultivate due to the ferocious hunger of the implacable ants...

These involute creatures devoured insatiable, flowers, fruits and vegetables and certainly nothing could stop them. This is the vortex of the jungle; The Divine and the Human know this very well. The nocturnal rounds of the "Tambochas"  ants, are certainly appalling.

The poisonous snakes, such as the fearsome "Talla X" and those others recognized since ancient times with the classic names of "Cascabel", "Coral" and "Mapaná", were dreadful, here and there, and everywhere...

I still remember an old healer from the mountain, named Juan; that man lived with his wife in the depths of the forest...

Like a good Samaritan of the Old Testament, that man with his precious balms healed the humble mountaineers bitten by vipers...

Unfortunately, that man hated the snakes, and relentless and vengeful he killed them without any consideration ... Friend Juan, I told him one day:

You are at war with the vipers and they prepare to defend themselves. Let's see who wins the battle...

- "I hate snakes"...

- It would be better if you loved them; remember that snakes are clairvoyant; in the astral aura of these creatures the marvelous Zodiac shines and they know, by direct experience, who really loves them and who hates them...

- "I cannot love them" ... "I feel that my body breaks down when I see them ..." "Snake that crosses my path I kill it..." -

Oh, good old man! Twelve snakes have bitten you and when the thirteenth hurts you, you will die.

A little later, close to his lonely cabin, the old man was bitten by a fearsome snake that, coiled three and a half times, hidden awaited him...

My prophecy was fulfilled; the old healer died with the Arcanum Thirteen of the Kabbalah; none of his friends could find the poisonous serpent ...

The old doctor always carried among his backpack some wonderful plants; let's remember the five captains:

Captain Solabasta.

Captain Generala.

Captain Whistler

Captain Pujadora.

Captain Deer Language.

Miraculous plants not classified by botany and only known in the Sierra Nevada, near the stormy waters of the "Macuriba". Extraordinary plants through which the old healer of the solitary forest, healed the victims of snakes.

There is no doubt that the old man used them therapeutically in a very wise way, prescribing them, either orally, or herbal teas, or externally, by washing the wound or wounds with the cooking of such vegetables.

The Gnostic hermits of the Sierra Nevada never killed the dangerous vipers; they learned to love them sincerely...

As a consequence of this procedure, they gained the confidence of the fearsome serpents; Now these poisonous snakes have become guardians of the temple ... When these mountain anchorites wanted to take away the snakes, they sang the following mantra with faith: "OSI ... OSOA ... OSIAS ...

"Every time those hermits really longed to magically enchant the terrible snakes, they syllabized the mysterious words: " OSI ... OSOA ... OSIAS ..."

Never mystical one of that mountain suppressed the life of some serpent! Those cenobites learned to respect all existence ... but there are certain exceptions; such is the case of the precious rattle snake...

                                                                                   CANCER

In the name of Truth I want to make the following statement in this book: The infallible remedy against the fearsome CANCER has already been discovered and it is found in the rattlesnake!

Saving formula:

Sacrifice the aforementioned animal; eliminate rattles and head. (These parts are not useful).

Use usable meat to reduce it to a fine powder. Close such a substance between empty capsules, which can be obtained at any pharmacy...

Dosage: Take one capsule every hour.

OBSERVATION: Continue the treatment until you heal radically.

WARNING: The patient must radically eliminate all medicine and limit himself exclusively to the treatment with the viper.

                                                                          SPARROWHAWKS

They arise in my mind, in these instants, wild reminiscences, mountain memories, wild evocations arise...

How much those penitents suffered with the cruel birds of prey! ... The astute hawks plagued the corrals, taking chickens between their claws...

I saw many times those bloodthirsty birds on the branches of neighboring trees perched, stalking their helpless victims...

Swallowing and being swallowed is  of the eternal "COMMON COSMIC TROGOAUTOEGOCRATIC" law ; reciprocal feeding of all organisms.

Unquestionably, such reciprocity, correspondence or mutuality, becomes intimately of the omnipresent active element "OKIDANOK".

                                                                         PERSECUTIONS

How happy we were in our cabins in the lonely forest! Unfortunately new persecutions came...

Profane people of the neighboring villages, were given the task - certainly not very beautiful - to propagate, against us, various infamous slanders...

The gossips, the trick of the knights, the doodad, the junk, assumed monstrous figures and the tempest broke out...

Unquestionably, I became the central character of the drama, against which was thrown all flash, spark, shot...

That order of things was then put every day from bad to worse, and finally arose the accusatives, the whistle the whistleblower...

Alarmed the police looked for me everywhere with categorical orders to apply the law of flight...

Certainly I was not for those poor gendarmes a simple bowline or troublemaker of the people in the style of Paul of Tarsus, but something worse: a warlock of the hell escaped from mysterious coven, a bird of evil omen, a monster that was indispensable to imprison. ..

One starry night, finding myself in a state of ecstasy, I was visited by a Mahatma, who, taking the floor, said: "Many armed people come in your search, you must go another way".

It is not too much to assert with great emphasis that I always obey the orders of the White Universal Fraternity...

Taking advantage of the nocturnal silence, I descended the mountain by a steep and difficult road.

In "The Plan" - as the Gnostic hermits call the coastal lands - , outside the Mountain Range, I was picked up by the Venerable Master GARGHA KUICHINES. He transported us in his carriage to a beautiful city.