87. At the dawn of the Mahanvantara, the Seven Planetary Logoi officiated in their temples with the rituals of Maha-Kundalini. I, Aun Weor, witnessed the dawn of the Mahanvantara. I still remember when I used to visit the seven sacred temples of Chaos. Next to the Logos of each temple was an ineffable lady.
88. I, Aun Weor received my resplendent Dragon of Wisdom called Samael, Logos of the Planet Mars. I am the Cosmic Christ of Aquarius. I am the initiator of the New Age. I am Samael, the Planetary Genius of Mars. I, Aun Weor, am the son of my Father Samael, and although in my past I evolved under the rulership of different planets, I could never get out of the Ray of Samael, because AUN WEOR is a spark detached from the flame of Samael; So, from Samael I left to Samael I returned.
89. On a certain occasion, while I, Aun Weor, was in the star Sirius, I saw in the distance some trees penetrated each one of them by ladies of an ineffable and moving beauty. Those ladies called me to approach them; they were elemental ladies embodied in those bushes. They melodious voice was music from paradise. I conferred with them and then walked away in awe of such beauty. That planet has extensive seas, the inhabitants of this star have never killed a single bird or ay kind of life.. Their social organization would be magnificent for our globe; all the economic problems of the world would end and happiness would reign on the face of the earth. Syrians are small in stature and have all their internal senses perfectly developed; they dress simply in humble robes and wear metal sandals. Every Syrian lives in a small wooden house, and there is no house that does not have a small garden where the owner of the house grows his vegetable food. The owner also has a small garden where he grows his flowers. There are no cities or landowners; therefore the people of Sirius do not know hunger or misfortune. In the Garden of the Great Temple of God Sirius there are some rosebushes unknown in our planet. Each rose in that garden is several meters in size and exhales a perfume that is impossible to forget.
90. I remember over there, in the early days of South America, a very interesting event in relation to Sassafras. A certain Indigenous from the same tribe to which I belonged, was filled with jealousy for his wife whom he loved, he even thought that I, Aun Weor, was taking her away from him. I clearly remember that while going down a road I met the husband of this woman, and when he saw me, full of horrible jealousy, he tried to attack me aggressively, but he refrained, the man decided to put the case in the hands of the chief of the tribe. I was a medical-magician of the tribe, and therefore I knew in depth the magic of vegetables, and in view of the "scandal" I chose to defend myself with the elemental of sassafras. Before the next day's sun illuminated the horizon, very early I went to the forest in the company of the woman whose cause was the scandal. Some indigenous also accompanied me, and after locating the plant called sassafras (on the Atlantic coast), I blessed it, begged the elemental for the desired service, and slowly uprooted the plant. This plant is used to end scandals. Then I crushed the plant and extracted the juice, which I gave to drink to the woman whose cause was the scandal; I also drank from the plant, while my companions watched us in silence. Immediately I stuck a thorn in the trunk of the sassafras, I knelt in front of it and concentrated my mind intensely on the thorn, ordering the elemental of the sassafras to move to the chief and control him with his powers. As he worked like this, I pronounced the mantra or magic word of sassafras: PARILLA, PARILLA, PARILLA. Then the sassafras elemental moved to the chieftain and circled around him, uttering his magical incantations. Then it penetrated the cacique's cerebrospinal system, totally concroled it, saturated it with atoms of love, light and harmony. When the next day I appeared before the cacique's throne, he was already in favor and then I spoke in an arrogant and haughty way: - Why have you called me? You can't against me. The cacique replied: - Enough of the scandals! You can withdraw, you owe nothing. And that's how that painful accident past over.
91. Back in 1946, my wife and I lived in the tropical town of Girardot (Cundinamarca). One day the lady-adept told me: "Tonight I will transport myself with my physical body in the state of jinas to Mrs.XX`s house.... I will make myself feel in her, and there I will leave her a material object." Somewhat intrigued, I asked her: “Is it possible to transport oneself with a physical body through the air, and without the need of a plane?” the Guru Litelantes, smiling, told me: "You'll see..." Very early I went to visit the lady, and then this lady, somewhat impressed, told me that during the whole night she had heard noises in her house and the footsteps of a strange person. Then she told me that inside his room, duly padlocked, she had found certain material objects belonging to Mrs. Arnolda. Astounded by the question, I went to tell the case to the lady-adept, and then she, smiling, told me: "You see that, it is possible to travel with the physical body in Jinas state." Later she invited me to make an excursion with the physical body through the domains of those wonderful lands of jinas, of which Don Mario Roso de Luna speaks among others. One night, the quietest one, I was lying on my bed in a perfect state of vigil; Suddenly the lady-adept told me: "Get up from the bed and let's go." The lady-adept had put her physical body in the Jinas state, and was surrounded by the terrible cosmic forces of the God Harpocrates. I got up from my bed, and full of faith I followed her, walking with a firm and determined step. A spiritual voluptuousness inebriated me, and then I resolved to float through the air. I understood that I had immersed myself within the astral plane but with the physical body. I understood that when the physical body is submerged within the astral plane it can levitate and is subject to the laws of the astral plane, but without losing its physiological characteristics. The lady-adept made me fly over great precipices and mountains to test my courage. After a very interesting excursion through remote lands of Jinas, the lady-adept and I returned to our house.
92. At the end of the time of Saturn, humanity was divided between the powers of light and the powers of darkness. Beelzebub, the black magician of the thirteenth initiation, is from that time. Making use of my clairvoyant faculties, I conferred with the Intimate of that demon, I urged him to do something for his soul. "I can't," he replied, "I've done too much, don't obey me." And so, grieving, he walked away from the researcher.
93. I am going to relate a black initiation as we observed it in the astral between two collaborators. It was the neophyte taken out of his physical body in his astral body during the hour of sleep, a party was held for him in a street, all those at the party were black magicians; then the neophyte was taken to a dark yellow temple, that temple had the appearance of a palace with wide corridors and was two stories; the walls were yellow. There everything was party and joy, thousands of dark and weak black magicians, as are all black magicians, surrounded the neophyte and congratulated themselves on their triumph. This was a true coven. That was a rejoicing of the darkness, which wandered weakly with its sinister and spectral forms. Suddenly and in the midst of the uproar, a great initiate of the black lodge rises on a stone pedestal and, like a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing, wears a white tunic. Grandiloquent makes a speech during which he states the following: "I will be faithful to my religion, nothing will make me take a step back, this is sacred." There the neophyte was marked with a seal, which was first put into the fire, and the mark was below the left lung and that mark was triangular and had gray and black colors. His shoulder was also marked over the muscles of his left forearm with black letters, and at last the poor victim was brought before the statue of terribly evil beauty representing the Black Goddess. The disciple crossed his legs in the anagarika style; He put his hands on his waist and then triumphantly returned to his physical body, longing to continue studying Cherenzi's doctrine with more determination, in order to have the sad honor of later being Anagarika.
94. When the ego enters a new maternal womb, it psychically attracts the atoms of its past physical body and begins with them to build the new physical body. Pharaoh Khafre and I, Aun Weor, had to bring our egyptian mummies, placing them in a "jinas state" to release some atoms that we needed for our bodies.

95. “My dear sisters and brothers of the Gnostic movement, we have concluded this course of esoteric teaching and I was thinking of finishing these meetings, entering a recess for now; but I see that these meetings are a spiritual need for all of us and that is why I think it is best that we continue meeting on the 27th of each month.” Thus I spoke on July 27, 1961 at the home of a distinguished man of science. In those days I had finished the Perfect Matrimony and simultaneously had concluded a course on esoteric sexual teaching that I had taught for a group of Rosicrucian Gnostic students. The reason why I thought to end the esoteric meetings was disenchantment. At first the meeting room was full of people, everyone enjoyed studying the mysteries of sex and the path of the Perfect Matrimony. Later, as the days passed, it was no longer interested in the perfect marriage or sexual magic. After two years of meetings, the esoteric assistants who came to these meetings could be counted on the fingers of one hand. In such circumstances I considered that it was useless to continue lecturing. My intentions were to end that night with conferences and meetings; however, something remarkable happened to me that night. I felt filled with an immense, grandiose, sublime love. My heart ached at the thought of leaving them alone. That's when I resolved not to end the meetings and go ahead with the few. When I returned home I received a telepathic message from the Temple of Chapultepec. I was ordered to leave the house and move immediately to the Chapultepec forest. I obeyed the order and left the house towards this wonderful forest that Master Huiracocha (Arnold Krumm Heller) speaks of in his Rosicrucian novel. The castle of Chapultepec shone wonderfully with its thousands of little lights. The avenue and central grandstand were lonely, and the doors hermetically closed. It is difficult to enter the Chapultepec Forest at midnight, because the guards and gendarmes are alert and vigilant, and it may be the case that if any Rosicrucian Gnostic student ventures into the forest, he is mistaken for a thief. The zeal of the guardians is great because in the castle of Chapultepec there are immense riches. Let us remember the crockery of Emperor Maximilian, all solid gold, and the colonial riches locked up in the halls of the palace. This is the most magnificent palace in Mexico. It doesn't matter how I was able to enter the Chapultepec forest at midnight, the reality was that I entered. That is all. I walked along an avenue going around the Chapultepec hill, following the direction of the fountains that President Madero had built. The road was deserted, and the night dark... I spent some time waiting for an agreed signal. The time seemed long, but finally someone came who spoke for me and everything was fixed. The senior adept of the temple ordered me to enter and without further compliments I entered. The temple is located inside the Chapultepec hill. Said temple was visible in other times to the Aztecs, but later, with the arrival of the Spaniards, it entered in jinas state. In this temple is the empire of Light and Faith of the Nahualth. Two guardians with drawn swords guard the entrance and no one can enter there without superior order. That night was one of immense happiness for me. The temple was flooded with a light of immaculate whiteness, it was light permeated with life and spirit, light that cast no shadow anywhere. This light comes out of a monstrance, chalice. Within such a light the soul feels filled with truly indescribable happiness. An Angel entered the temple with me and took a seat. The Superior Adept of the Temple showed us some beautiful paintings full of life and movement. These pictures abound a lot in the White Lodges. Franz Hartman already told us in his book entitled "An Adventure in the Mansion of the Rosicrucian Adepts", about this kind of paintings that he saw in the Rosicrucian temple in Bohemia. The figures in this class of paintings are full of life and movement; this is the so-called "royal art of nature". The Superior of the Temple, seeing our admiration for the pictures, addressed the Angel and then me, saying: "You are forbidden to touch these pictures." The Angel faithfully obeyed the order; I frankly felt tempted to touch them... They were so beautiful... A stern reminder from the master given in time was enough: "I already told you, sir, that touching these pictures is forbidden." "I certainly don't intend to touch them," was my apology. The temple shone that night with ineffable glory. It is impossible to describe with human words such beauty. The ceiling, the walls, everything was solid gold. However, something filled me with amazement... I had heard so much about Theosophy, Rosicrucianism, Hermeticism, Yogiism, etc. etc., and now here, in the middle of the Rosicrucian Gnostic temple of Jinas, there was only a small group of ladies and gentlemen who, like me, had also been invited to the temple meeting. I remembered the rooms of some occult teachers, always full of thousands of people, I remembered the temples of the world full of thousands of human beings, I remembered the lodges that call themselves Rosicrucians, with their millions of members, and now here, in the middle of the temple of the White Lodge, the few that there were could be counted on the fingers of one hand. Then I understood everything. At first many people came to our esoteric meetings. As time went by, the number of attendees decreased significantly, and now only a few thirsty for wisdom and love come to us. When I understood this, I exclaimed spontaneously: "The temples, lodges and schools of the world are always full of many people because Satan has them enthralled; but only a few come to the temples of True Wisdom." Thus I spoke with a voice that amazed myself, and when I spoke, I saw assent from the Superior of the Temple. Then he said: "That's right. Satan has  enthralled them." Then, after confirming my words, the Master ordered the Angel to go up to the choir of musicians and singers to sing. The Angel obeyed, and after going up to the choir, he sang the story of the centuries in opera. The Angel, from the doctrinal point of view, was mentally placed in the times of the future fifth round of planetary evolution.. Then all evolving life will develop in the etheric plane or etheric region of our earth. The seven races of flesh and blood will no longer exist, they will have become extinct. The Angel sang with a voice so ineffable and sweet that it sounded like Mozart's Enchanted Flute. My whole being went into ecstasy. Hearing an Angel sing is something that can never be forgotten in life. The Angel, mentally situated in the future earth of the fifth round, recounted in opera the story of terrestrial evolution. He remembered all the prophets who had been sent to earth, he narrated with a melodious voice the history of the seven races of the world, the Apocalypse of the current fifth race, the continents that existed in the past and their general destruction, the great cataclysms of the earth, the great wars, the superhuman efforts that the Great Avatars had made to save humanity, the crucifixion of the Martyr of Golgotha, etc. etc. Then he lamented with pain for the few who had been saved. Only a few had managed to be born as Angels. The rest, the great majority of human beings, were swallowed by the abyss. Many began the evolution, but few were those who reached the Angelic state. "Many are called, few are chosen." When the Angel reached this part of his ineffable opera, I was greatly moved and astonished. Frankly I was believing that such a case of a few saved and the great majority lost could only happen on earth and in the past Mahanvantara of the earthmoon; but that in the times of more worlds things would be different. The Angel got me out of that mistake when he said: "And what happened on Earth is always repeated in all the worlds of infinite space." When the angel finished his ineffable song, I understood why so many people had attended my meetings and why, of the many that began, only a few stayed with me. Now I am willing to continue with the few. I am no longer interested in having the room full of people. There are really many who start but few who arrive. The Perfect Matrimony is the path of the razor's edge. Joining any school, lodge, order, etc., is very easy. Studying yoga, hermeticism, philosophy, astrology is very beautiful and easy, but being born as an Angel is terribly difficult.