XXXVII

                                                                  THE HEAVEN OF THE SUN

The next work of Hercules, the Solar Hero, is certainly the extraordinary cleansing of the famous stables of Augeas, King of the Elida, whose daughter, knowing the virtues of plants, composed magical concoctions with them.

In such mentioned stables (living symbolic representation of our own subconscious, submerged funds), which housed their innumerable herds (those multiple bestial psychic aggregates, which constitute the Ego), and among them twelve candid bulls allegorizing Zodiacal Karma, had accumulated the dirt of several generations.

Unquestionably, Hercules had to clean those stables in a single day. They say old traditions that are lost in the night of the centuries, that he did it by making a hole in the wall and then diverting the course of a river so that its waters would flood them.

This unusual work can, therefore, be identified with Aquarius, Zodiacal House of Uranus, UR - ANAS, the Primordial Fire and Water, clearly symbolizing the sexual currents in the human organism.

Uranus, as the first Divine King of the primitive Atlantis, is the Regent of our sexual glands.

Uranus, the ASURA - MAYA, is really the first revealer of the Mysteries of Life and Death.

It is certainly UR - ANAS, the Primal Fire and Water, which intrinsically determines the first LUNI - SOLAR cult of the Androgynous IO ... (iiiiiiii ooooooooo).

IO Pitar is the Sun.

MENES or Mani is the Moon.

" OM MANÍ PADME JUM" as Mantra of immense esoteric power, has its equivalence in the Sun and Moon Gods, in the bosom of the Sacred Lotus miraculously emerged from the spermatic waters of the first instant ...

The legend of the centuries says that URANUS had forty-five children of different women, and also had with TITAEA eighteen other children. The latter received the collective name of Titans because of their mother.

Adding each one of these Kabbalistic quantities separately, we will have the following results:

45: 4 plus 5 equal 9. The TAROT Hermit: "The Ninth Sphere ", the SEX.

18: 1 plus 8, same 9. Arcanum 18 is the Twilight of TAROT. Includes Arcana 9 twice: it means the secret, hidden enemies: the underground struggle in the demons of the "Ninth Sphere"; the tenebrous...

Ostensibly URANUS is the absolute King of sexual functions; the master of the new Aquarian age.

As TITAEA surpassed all women in beauty and virtue, it was also placed on the number of the Gods. We have been told that his faithful devotees, grateful for all the goods received, called her "Earth".

In the name of truth, I must confess frankly and unambiguously that the Fourth Work was tremendously easy for me; However, I had to go previously through a delicate test.

In an old city park I saw myself talking with a noble lady; someone who, without a doubt, was certainly a great friend.

Very close together we sit on a bench, feeling both a great love. For a moment we looked like two lovers, but...

Suddenly I remembered my Divine Mother KUNDALINI! And then I turned that current of Love inward and upward, towards my Adorable Mother...

In those moments I exclaimed with all the strength of my soul: this love is for my Mother...

This was how Hercules diverted the course of a river so that its waters would flood the "Stables of Augeas". (The one that has understanding that understands because here there is wisdom).

Unquestionably, it was inside the mineral entrails of the Sun, in the Solar Hells...

How clean the Submerged Worlds of the Star King seemed to me! Hells without souls in pain, without Demons. What Wonders! ...

It is obvious that among the living entrails of the shining Sun the Demons could not live: the latter would never resist the powerful vibrations of that star...

When I was locked inside one of the symbolic "Stables of Augeas", I found it completely clean and without animals of any kind; then I understood...

I wanted to leave, but the door was hermetically closed. Open Sesame! I Screamed with all my might.

In those moments the doors opened as if by magic and then I entered a second byre; I found it as clean as the first...

Open Sesame! I screamed again, and when the doors opened I entered a third byre. Ostensibly this one was also clean and beautiful...

Open Sesame! I screamed for the fourth time and when the fourth door opened, I crossed the threshold of a bright Solar mansion...

What I saw at the bottom of the Sanctuary was something unusual and odd. Oh, Gods! OSIRIS, ISIS, HORUS awaited me there, sitting on their thrones ...

I advanced to them and prostrating myself, I adored them. In those moments I felt their blessings in me.

Three aspects of my Being, but "DERIVED"; I understood that and this deserves an explanation...

One of our esoteric Gnostic rituals, says the following textually:

OSIRIS (the Archi - Hierophant and the Arch - Magician, our Particular, Individual Monad), Powerful Emperor, responds to the suppliant Son...

ISIS (the splitting of OSIRIS, the Mystic Dual, DEVI - KUNDALINI), Most worthy Mother, responds to the suppliant Son...

HORUS (The Intimate Christ) responds to the supplicant Pilgrim...

They received me and I entered victoriously in the Heaven of the Sun, in the Abode of the Powers, in the BUDDHIC or INTUICIONAL World. Then I reconquered my place among those Divine creatures, the glorious conscientious state that I had once lost...

                                                                                     XXXVIII

                                                                      THE HEAVEN OF MARS

The Fifth work of Hercules, the Solar Hero, was the hunting and destruction of the anthropophagous birds that tenebrous inhabit the lagoons of Estinfal and killed the men with their bronzed feathers, which like deadly arrows they threw against their helpless victims.

Ostensibly this work is intimately related to the Constellation of Pisces, home of Neptune, the Lord of Practical Magic.

Unquestionably those anthropophagic birds are the cruel Harpies mentioned by Virgil, the poet of Mantua...

For the good of the Great Cause, by which all us brothers of the Gnostic Movement are fighting, I will now transcribe a few paragraphs of the Aeneid..

“We are approaching the Strofades islands with are located in the Ionian Sea, and where the filthy harpies (gruesome witches, black Jinas) live, monsters with the head and neck of a woman whore were once beautiful maidens but are now transformed in Furies, and his contact corrupts all that they touches, they are captained by the execrable Celeno and provided with long claws they always have the pallor of hunger on their faces .

Without thinking of them we arrived in that land and just after landing we found a flow of cows beautiful and gleaming, they were grazing without anyone taking care of them”

 "Hungry as we were, we soon sacrificed them to satisfy our appetite with their fresh meat, but when we were in the best of the banquet, the harpies (witches) came down from the mountains, squawking like crows and flapping their wings, and they  approached our food their filthy mouths."

"The flesh became corrupted and the stench infested the air, so we thought it would be impossible for us to flee from them, and we changed places, taking refuge near some caves far away from the beach, but for the second time, when we were ready to eat after sacrificing new cattle, those monsters returned (those anthropophagous birds), and they spoiled our food again." "Full of courage, my men set out to attack, and armed arcs and javelins to exterminate such horrible beings, but their skin was not allowed to pass through the bronze and their flanks were invulnerable." Then the hideous Celeno said, shouting, while fluttering above our heads:"

"Why do you make us war, foolish? The gods have made us immortal."

"We have not offended you without justice, because you have sacrificed many cows of our flock."

"In punishment, I will give you a curse, Aeneas and his race will wander through the sea before finding the land they seek and will go hungry."

"They will not be able to raise the walls of their new city until, from so hungry, they have been forced to devour their own tables."

"These strange words filled us with consternation, imprecating the Gods to remove such threats from us, we abandoned that sad land and embarked again."

So far this unusual occultist and esoteric story. Let's now continue with the explanations.

Many of these abysmal harpies, caught in flagrante, have been captured with certain procedures.

Some ancient traditions say: "If we put cross-cut steel scissors on the ground and if we water black mustard around this metallic instrument, any witch can be trapped."

It is astonishing that some illustrious occultists ignore that these witches can elude the law of universal gravity!

Although the news seems unusual, we assert very solemnly that this is possible by putting the body of flesh and bone into the Fourth Dimension.

It is not, in any way, strange that these HAGS with their ZANGANS tucked with their physical body inside the fourth vertical (the Hyper-space), can levitate and travel in a few seconds to any place in the world.

It is ostensible that they have secret formulas to escape "physically" from this three-dimensional world of Euclid.

In strictly occult terms, we can well describe those left and dark harpies, with the title of black "JINAS", to differentiate them radically from the white "JINAS".

The human organism inside the Fourth Dimension, in spite of everything that official science says, can assume any figure change its form...

Remember, beloved readers, the execrable Celeno and his filthy harpies, horrendous birds of the Strofades Islands, in the Ionian Sea...

One afternoon, no matter the date, or the day, or the time, sitting at the foot of the bars in an old dungeon, studying an esoteric work...

The sun was hidden among the red fires of sunset and the evening light slowly vanished...

Suddenly, something unusual happens: I hear a loud, sarcastic, mocking, markedly feminine laugh beside me...

It is one of those anthropophagous birds that inhabit the lagoons of Estinfal; a hag, a witch of ill omen, a woman of left-coven...

The perverse flees and hides among the dreadful darkness of the infernal worlds...

Thus begins my intrepid descent among the living entrails of the submerged Martian mineral kingdom.

Before going up, it is essential to go down; that is the Law. To each exaltation is preceded by a frightful and terrible humiliation.

To annihilate within myself those inhuman elements, witching, to those birds of ill omen, was certainly my task in the tenebrous Tartarus.

Although it seems incredible - because of the unusualness of the news - it is urgent to know that all human beings, without exception, carry in their unconscious backgrounds, various sorcerous elements.

This means that in the world there are many people who, unknowingly, unconsciously practice Black Magic.

Unquestionably even the Saints of all Religions suffer the unspeakable when they SELF - DISCOVER; then they can verify for themselves the raw realism of those inhuman elements, which they are ostensibly obliged to eliminate from their psyche.

Any Adept or Mystic or Saint, as long as he has not died radically in each and every one of the forty-nine departments of the Subconscious, is more or less black.

Here is one of the great reasons why we cannot condemn anyone. "Whoever feels clean of sin, throw the first stone".

At that time of my life I was attacked incessantly and in a ruthless way, by the sinister birds that inhabit the lagoons of Estinfal.

In the "Devil" Tenebrous coven Halls, inside the Martian Hells, astonished I discovered many brothers of the rocky path...

It was about "witching aggregates", ostensibly ignored by their human personalities.

After my work in the mineral abysses of Mars, I ascended victorious to the Fifth Heaven, the World of Atman the Radiant Abode of the Virtues.

This is how I returned to the sky of Mars; then I reconquered my place among those sublime beings, a divine position that I had once lost...

The objective of my work in the Martian Hells had been achieved. Removed from my psyche the inhuman elements, my conscience was free...

The intellectual shackles had been annihilated, and my liberated Consciousness, was already of the horrifying dungeon of the mind, where for so long I lived imprisoned, had managed to merge, to mix, with ATMAN, the Ineffable, my Real Being.

Oh! If people understood what is the dungeon of the intellect ... If they understood that prisoners live between the prison of the mind...

In complete wellbeing, as "Man - Spirit" in the Martian Sky, far from the Body, the Affections and the Mind , I consciously walked like a bird of resplendent light, radical antithesis of those other sinister birds of the lagoons of Estinfal .. .

In such moments of exquisite bliss, I had to pass nearby many symbolic works structured in pure iron.

It is the ATMAN region, the ineffable, the World of the crudest realism; the dimension of mathematics.

In the three-dimensional world of Euclid we never perceive a solid in an integral, unitotal form; here we only see subjective angles, surfaces, etc.

However, in the bright region of ATMAN, we not only perceive solids in an integral form, but also hypersolids, including the exact amount of atoms, which as a whole constitute the totality of any body.

Unquestionably in the Sky of Mars we really enjoy the most complete objective perception. How happy I felt in that region of infinite happiness! However, not everything in life are parties; there are also sufferings; you know it...

The Headquarters of the Celestial Judgment, where the "Objective Justice" is administered, always intervenes.

One day, happy in the ATMAN World, a Judge of the Law of KATANCIA (the SUPERIOR KARMA) came to me.

He sat down at a table and I, with much respect and veneration, then I had to answer for charges:

"You have criticized many in your books," said the Hierarch.

I am combative by nature, I answered emphatically.

"You are sentenced to seven days in prison." (Such was the Judgment).

I have to confess frankly and unambiguously that when I heard the sentence I was a bit cynical.

I thought the question was a silly policeman's case, like when a boy fights with another of his own age and they put him a few hours in jail...

However, already in full compliance with the sentence, I felt that this punishment was terribly painful.

Seven days between the horrible dungeon of the mind and after having emancipated me...

Seven symbolic days of bitterness inside the awesome prison of the intellect...

Oh! Oh! Oh!...