XXXII

                                                                                   GENEVA

The eternal Lady, the SOUL - SPIRIT (BUDDHI), always demands of her knight (THE HUMAN SOUL, SUPERIOR MANAS), all kinds of unprecedented sacrifices and prodigies of courage ...

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

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

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

Blessed the Knight who after the hard struggle celebrate his betrothal with the Queen of the "JINAS"

Written is with golden letters in the book of life, that inside the BUDDHI (SOUL - SPIRIT), like a thin and transparent alabaster glass, burns the flame of PRAJNA (The Being).

One night of unquestionable delights I had the pleasure of finding my beloved in the secret spot of the Second Mountain.

The chariot of my betrothed was slowly advancing along the lonely path ... The legend of the centuries says that the Marquise de Reaupré was walking in a car of singular beauty, since it was made of pure porcelain; but the triumphal chariot of my adorable WALKIRIA, it seemed more like that other car that in the times of the "Rococo" used the wife of the Duke of Clermont: splendid carriage with trunk of six horses, which wore silver horseshoes, and the wheels, of the same metal...

The triumphal chariot of my adored one stops before a fortress of lucid porphyry, of the wealth and splendor of the east, the walls and coffered ceilings...

The splendid vehicle is parked in front of the gleaming bronze doors, that which such majesty frighten...

Soon the carriage is surrounded by a kind 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 happiness my WALKIRIA (BUDDHI).

Dressed in the bridal dress, the wedding suit of the Soul, my fiancèe has arrived in her glittering car for the betrothal...

To marry before the Ara Santa with my Twin Soul, the BUDDHI Theosophical What a joy my God! ... However, I was told that I should still wait a little...

The virile provider of force from above postponed me and I suffered the unspeakable...

At that time I had to immerse myself deeply in the Sacred Mysteries of Minna, the dreadful lunar darkness of a love that is death twin brother...

I worked intensively on the SUPER - DARK of the silence and the august secret of the wise...

I had to wait for a time and times and half ... However, I sighed for Geneva, the Queen of the "JINAS" (my SPIRITUAL-SOUL).

One night, the stars twinkling in the infinite space, seemed to have a new look...

Far from the mundane bustle I was in ecstasy; the door of my bedroom remained hermetically closed...

It was then that I celebrated the Weddings with my adored one (BUDDHI); she entered into me and I got lost in her...

In those moments of bliss, the Sun of Midnight shone intensively (THE SOLAR LOGOS).

I felt transformed in an integral way; the famous Chakra SAHASRARA, the Lotus of the Thousand Petals, the Crown of Saints, flashed victoriously in my Pineal Gland and I entered that state known among the Hindustani with the Sanskrit term "PARAMANDAND" (Supreme Spiritual Happiness).

It was then that I felt the need to become an authentic and legitimate "BRAHMAVIDVARISHTA".

The Thousand Yogas Nadis of the SAHASRARA gave me, in fact, power over certain subtle forces of nature...

BUDDHI, my Geneva, my Spiritual Soul, besides carrying the SHIVA - SHAKTI - TATWA to the maximum of vibratory activity, had put the PADMA Coronary in a certain state of intensified mystical functions...

Then I saw myself became the Messenger of the New Aquarian Age, teaching humanity a doctrine so new and so revolutionary ... And yet so old...

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

It does not hurt to say that after this great cosmic event, there was a certain nuptial rite to be performed in the temple. Many people attended this festival of love...

Unquestionably in the Fifth Initiation of Fire I had incarnated my Human Soul (THE SUPERIOR MANAS OF THEOSOPHY).

But now, Oh Gods, with this betrothal Alchemist and Kabbalist, also incarnated my Spiritual Soul (THE BUDDHI). Within the latter, the flame of PRAJNA (The INTIMATE) always burns in an unalterable form.

                                                                                     XXXIII

                                                               THE DRAGON OF DARKNESS

I thought that after the Chemical Weddings with my Spiritual Soul, I would enter fully into a paradisiacal Honeymoon; I did not remotely suspect that among the submerged lairs of the human Subconscious, the left and gloomy Mara of the Buddhist Gospel was hidden; the famous Dragon of the darkness cited by the Apocalypse of Saint John; the father of the three traitors...

Gigantic abysmal monster of seven infrahuman heads, always impersonating the seven deadly sins: Anger, Greed, Lust, Envy, Pride, Sloth, and Gluttony...

And the great beast roared terrifyingly, as when a lion roars, and the powers of darkness tremble in horror...

Only with the transcendent sexual electricity in full Sexual Magic, it is possible to reduce to a cosmic dust that horrifying abysmal spawn...

Fortunately I knew how to make the most of "the Coitus Reservatus" to make my supplications to "DEVI - KUNDALINI", the "Igneous Serpent of Our Magical Powers".

The Monster wields with his sinister hand the fearsome spear; three times he tries to hurt me in vain; desperate throws against me the hard pike; My Divine Mother KUNDALINI intervenes in those moments; seizes the singular relic and with it mortally wounds the Red Dragon...

MARA, the horrifying infernal beast, then loses its gigantic stature, shrinks little by little, reduces itself to a mathematical point and disappears forever from the tenebrous cave...

Subsequently, that fraction of my Consciousness, once bottled in the abominable monster, returns, returns to me...

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

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

The atom to which greater number of atoms adhere dominates for a moment; Chaos governs as an arbiter, and his decisions increasingly increase disorder, thanks to which he reigns; after him, it is ostensible that in those infernal worlds perhaps he directs everything...

Before that wild abyss, cradle and grave of nature, before that den that is neither sea nor land, nor air nor fire, but is made up of all those elements, which, confusedly mixed in their fecund causes, must fight in the same way always, unless the Creator Demiurge disposes of his black materials to form new worlds, before that Barbarian Tartarus, the Dragon of the darkness breathed his last breath...

Easy is to descend to the "Worlds - Hells" but it is not so much to return. There is hard work! There the difficult test! ...

Some sublime heroes, few have truly achieved triumphant return. Impenetrable forests separate the Avernus from the World of Light; and the waters of the pale river, the Cocitus, trace labyrinthine folds in that gloom, whose single image shudders...

                                                                                   XXXIV

                                                         CONCLUSION OF LUNAR WORK

After having reduced to cosmic dust to MARA, the Father of the three Classical Furies, I had then to face the secondary beasts of the abyss...

The day ended slowly; the delicious air of the night invited to rest from its fatigue to the living beings that populate the face of the earth, and I, only wanted to sustain the combats of the road and of the things worthy of compassion that my memory will write without error...

Oh, ineffable Muses! Oh, high Divine wit! Come to my aid. Inspire me so that my style be out of keeping with from the nature of the matter...

My deep sleep interrupted a thunder as loud as a man who is violently awakened; I got up and, looking around me, I fixed my eyes to recognize the place where I was; I saw then in a lonely house next to the dark road...

Sitting in a rough armchair next to the window, from which the steep path could be contemplated, evoke very sincerely the lost times...

Certainly in other ages I had been there in the mansion of the abyss and on the same path...

None of this seemed new to me; I understood that I was recapitulating Mysteries; getting up from the chair, I opened the old door of that dwelling and went out walked slowly ... slowly ... slowly ... down the lonely road ...

In a single glance, and crossing with the gaze a space as far as it is possible to the penetration of the spiritual life, I saw that sad, shabby and somber place...

The floor was wet and I had to stop untimely before a certain electric cable that lay on the floor...

A copper cable loaded with high voltage? What horror! ... And I was about to step on it...

"It is preferable to die being free, than to live while in prison." Thus the voice of silence cried out on the night of the Mystery...

And I was alarmed trying in that precise moment to retreat, I felt comforted...

I advanced resolutely through those Sub - Lunars places along the tortuous abysmal path...

The steep Path, turning surprisingly to the left, penetrated within certain very picturesque hills...

In them I saw something like a national park on Sunday; a motley set of human creatures that seemed to delightfully enjoy the prairie...

For the entertainment of many, some street vendors came and went here, there and there selling colored balloons...

Living symbol of profane life, that's how I understood it; However, it is obvious that I wanted to live all that intensely...

I was very absorbed in all that, contemplating the usual crowds, when suddenly, here is something unusual and unusual happens; it seemed to me that time really stopped for a moment...

In those instants of terror, a bloodthirsty wolf emerges from the undergrowth, which, fierce and with an evil look, tries in vain to grasp its prey; before that one flee from the merciless Grim Reaper some chickens that desperate cackle.

Extraordinary hidden symbology: Poultry, cowardly, pusillanimous, shy. Bloodthirsty, cruel, ruthless wolf...

Dread! Terror! Horror! .Human sub - lunar states of human infraconscience and I, who thought I had died in myself, ignored the existence of these psychic aggregates within my own atomic infernos ...

Fortunately, I never forgot my Holy Pike in the hard struggle; Thanks to my Divine Mother KUNDALINI I have been able to exceed many in strength and skill in the spear.

Having already fallen the main Demons - I's, vile personifications of my horrible infrahuman defects, they concluded epically my Lunar works killing many other infernal beasts with the Holy Shaft...

It does not hurt to say that I had to collect very rich booty of war after many bloody battles...

I want to refer with great emphasis to those many precious gems of my own existence, to those grains of conscience embedded, bottled, among those horrifying spawn of Hell...

The last part of the work was completely atomic in nature; it is not easy to expel the evil intelligences from their nuclear habitats...

This is certainly what is meant by transforming black waters into white...

Now, such atoms have become wonderful vehicles of certain luminous intelligences...

Magnificent sparks, atoms capable of reporting on the activities of the secret enemy...

One night of Glory I had the greatest honor that can be given to a human being: I was visited by the Cosmic Christ. The Adorable brought a large book in his right hand as if to say: "You are going to enter the sphere of Mercury now."

When I saw the Master I could not help but exclaim, saying: Lord! You have arrived sooner than I thought. I still did not wait for you...

The living Christ responded sweetly: "Sometimes I delay when I have to come in the month of March ... You have to keep on dying yet ...".

How? Keep dying? Still? "Yes - replied the adorable - you have to keep dying", he repeated...

What happened next was prodigious. The Master slowly rose towards the Midnight sun, then detached himself a little from the Star King to bless me and forgive my old mistakes...

That is how I achieved the re-entry to the First Heaven, the Abode of the ineffable Angels...

Unquestionably I was a fallen Angel, but it is ostensible that I had been forgiven...

In the Cathedral of the Soul there is more joy for a sinner who repents, than for a thousand righteous who do not need repentance...