FOUR WORDS TO THE READER
Without wishing in any way to offend delicate sensibilities, we must emphasize the basic idea that in the cultural and spiritual environment of contemporary humanity, various venerable institutions coexist, which very sincerely believe they know the secret path, and yet they do not.
Allow me the liberty of stating with great solemnity that we do not wish to make destructive criticism; we are EMPHASIZING, and it is obvious that this is not a crime.
Obviously, and out of a simple, profound respect for our fellow human beings, we would never speak out against any mystical institution.
No human being could be criticized for being unaware of something that has never been taught to them. The secret path has never been publicly revealed.
In strictly Socratic terms, we would say that many scholars who claim to know the Razor's Edge Path in depth not only are ignorant, but are also unaware that they are ignorant. Without intending to point to or single out any spiritual organizations, and without any intention of offending anyone, we will simply say that the enlightened ignoramus not only doesn't know, but also doesn't know that he doesn't know.
In all the sacred books of antiquity, there is an allusion to the secret path; it is cited, it is named in many verses, yet people do not know it.
To unveil, to indicate, to teach the esoteric path that leads to final liberation is certainly the purpose of this work that you hold in your hands, dear reader. This is another book of the Fifth Gospel.
Goethe, the great German initiate, said: “All theory is gray, and only the tree of golden fruit, which is life, is green.”
Transcendental experiences are certainly what we offer in this new book: what we know for certain, what we have experienced directly.
It is imperative to draw up the maps of the path, to indicate precisely each step, to point out the dangers, etc., etc., etc. Some time ago, the guardians of the Holy Sepulchre told me: “We know you are leaving, but before you depart, you must leave humanity the maps of the path and your words.”
I replied, “That is what I will do.” Since then, I have solemnly committed myself to writing this book.
THE AUTHOR.
CHAPTER I
MY CHILDHOOD
It is worth solemnly stating that I was born with enormous spiritual yearnings; to deny it would be absurd.
Although many may find it unusual and incredible that there is someone in the world who can remember their entire existence in its entirety, including even their own birth, I want to assert that I am one of them.
After all the usual birthing processes, very clean and beautifully dressed, I was blissfully placed in the maternal bed beside my mother. A certain very kind giant, approaching that sacred bed, smiled sweetly and gazed at me; he was my father.
It goes without saying clearly and without ambiguity that at the dawn of any existence we originally walk on all fours, then on two, and finally on three. Obviously, the last is the walking stick of the elderly.
My case could in no way be an exception to the general rule. When I was eleven months old, I wanted to walk, and it's clear I succeeded, standing firmly on my two feet.
I still vividly remember that wonderful moment when, clasping my hands above my head, I solemnly made the Masonic sign of help: “ELAI B” NE AL’ MANAH’.
And since I haven't yet lost my capacity for wonder, I must say that what happened then seemed marvelous to me. To walk for the first time with the body that Mother Nature has given one is, without a doubt, an extraordinary miracle.
Very calmly, I made my way to the old window from which I could clearly see the motley group of people who appeared or disappeared here, there, or everywhere in the picturesque alley of my town.
Holding onto the bars of that ancient window was, for me, my first adventure; Fortunately, my father—a very prudent man—had preemptively placed a wire mesh on the balustrade to prevent me from falling into the street.
A very old window on a high floor! How I remember it! An old, century-old house where I took my first steps...
Certainly, at that delightful age, I loved the charming toys with which children amuse themselves, but this in no way interfered with my meditation practices.
During those early years of life when one learns to walk, I used to sit in the Eastern style to meditate...
Then I would retrospectively study my past reincarnations, and it is clear that many people from ancient times visited me. When the ineffable ecstasy ended and I returned to my ordinary, everyday state, I would gaze with sorrow at the ancient walls of that centuries-old family home, where, despite my age, I seemed like a strange Cenobite...
How small I felt before those rough walls! I wept... Yes! Like children weep...
I lamented, saying: "Once again in a new physical body! How painful life is! Alas! Alas! Alas!"...
At those very moments, my good mother would always come to my aid, exclaiming: "The child is hungry, he is thirsty," etc., etc., etc.
I have never been able to forget those moments when I would happily run through the ancestral corridors of my house...
Then, unusual instances of transcendent metaphysics would occur to me: My father would call me from the threshold of his bedroom; I would see him in his nightclothes, and when I tried to approach him, he would vanish, disappearing into some unknown dimension...
However, I sincerely confess that these kinds of psychic phenomena were very familiar to me. I would simply enter his bedroom and, upon directly verifying that his physical body lay asleep on the fragrant mahogany bed, I would say to myself: “Ah! What’s happening is that my father’s soul is outside because his physical body is sleeping at this moment.”
I had a very a kind of cinema at home: I would lock myself in a dark room and fix my gaze on the wall. After a few moments of spontaneous and pure concentration, the wall would light up splendidly as if it were a multidimensional screen, the fences disappearing completely; then, from the infinite space, living landscapes of great nature would emerge: playful gnomes, aerial sylphs, fire salamanders, water undines, nereids of the immense sea, blissful creatures who played with me, infinitely happy beings.
My cinema was also sound-based, and all the creatures that appeared on my special screen sang or spoke in the purest dawn of the divine primordial language, which, like a river of gold, flows beneath the dense jungle of the sun. Later, as my family grew, I would invite my innocent little siblings, and they would share this incomparable joy with me, serenely gazing at the celestial figures on the extraordinary wall of my dark bedroom...
I was always a worshipper of the Sun, and both at dawn and dusk I would climb onto the roof of my dwelling and, sitting in the oriental style like a child yogi, on the baked clay tiles, I would contemplate the sun in a state of ecstasy, thus immersing myself in Deep meditation: My noble mother got quite a scare watching me walk along the roof....
Whenever my elderly father opened the old wardrobe door, I felt as if he were going to hand me that singular purple jacket or coat with its gleaming gold buttons... An old garment of chivalric attire that I had worn with elegance in that past incarnation of mine when I was called Simeon Bleler; sometimes it occurred to me that swords and rapiers from bygone days might also be stored in that old wardrobe.
I don't know if my father understood me; perhaps he thought he might give me objects from that past existence; the old man would look at me and instead of such garments, he would give me a cart to play with; a toy of innocent joy in my childhood...
CHAPTER II
RELIGION
Taught in good manners, I confess frankly and without hesitation that I was raised according to the official religion of my people. Fooling around with someone in the attic during a service always seemed abominable to me... From childhood, I had a sense of veneration and respect. I never wanted to shrug my shoulders during worship; I never liked to shirk my sacred duties, nor laugh at or mock holy things.
Without wishing to get entangled in thorns and brambles, I must simply say that in this mystical sect—whatever its name—I found religious principles common to all the world's confessional religions. Citing them now is fitting for the good of the Great Cause.
HEAVENS
We find them in every confessional religion, although with different names; however, there are always nine, as the Florentine Dante so aptly stated in his classic poem, the Divine Comedy.
1.) Heaven of the MOON (Astral World).
2.) Heaven of MERCURY (Mental World).
3.) Heaven of VENUS (Causal World).
4.) Heaven of the SUN (Buddhist or Intuitional World).
5.) Heaven of MARS (Atmic World. Region of ATMAN).
6.) Heaven of JUPITER (NIRVANA).
7.) Heaven of SATURN (Para-Nirvanic World).
8.) Heaven of URANUS (MahaParaNirvanic World).
9.) Heaven of NEPTUNE (The Empyrean).
It is patently clear that these nine heavens, mentioned above, are also within ourselves, here and now, and they penetrate and interpenetrate each other without becoming confused.
Obviously, these nine heavens are located in nine higher dimensions; ostensibly, they are nine parallel universes.
HELLS
Let us solemnly evoke, let us remember, the many prehistoric and historical hells. Remembrance, reminiscences, exist everywhere regarding Chinese, Muslim, Buddhist, Christian, etc., etc., etc. hells... It is undeniable that all these varied hells serve as a symbol for the submerged mineral world... Clearly, Dante, the marvelous disciple of Virgil, the Poet of Mantua, discovers with mystical wonder the intimate relationship existing between the nine circles of Dante and the nine heavens... “THE BARDO THODOL,” “TIBETAN BOOK OF THE SPIRITS OF THE OTHER WORLD,” stands magnificently before our eyes, making us see the stark reality of the “HELL-WORLDS” within the interior of the planetary organism in which we live.
It is indubitable that the Nine Circles of Dante within the Earth correspond scientifically to the nine INFRADIMENSIONS submerged beneath the three-dimensional region of Euclid. The cosmic existence of HELL-WORLDS is clear and evident in any world of infinite space.
Obviously, the submerged mineral kingdom is certainly no exception on planet Earth.
ANGEOLOGY
The entire Cosmos is directed, watched over, and animated by almost endless series of Hierarchies of conscious Beings, each with a mission to fulfill, and who (whether called by one name or another, Dhyan-Chohans, Angels, Devas, etc.) are Messengers only in the sense of being agents of Karmic and Cosmic Laws. They vary infinitely in their respective degrees of consciousness and intelligence, and all of them are perfect beings in the fullest sense of the word.
Multiple angelic services characterize Divine Love. Each Elohim works in their specialty. We can and should appeal to Angelic protection.
GOD.
All religions are precious pearls strung on the golden thread of Divinity.
The love that all the mystical institutions of the world feel for the Divine is evident: Allah, Brahma, Tao, Zen, IAO, INRI, God, etc., etc., etc.
Religious Esotericism does not teach atheism of any kind, except in the sense contained in the Sanskrit word NASTIKA: non-admission of idols, including that anthropomorphic God of ignorant people (it would be absurd to believe in a celestial dictator who, sitting up there on a throne of tyranny, hurls lightning bolts and thunderbolts at this sad human anthill).
Esotericism admits a LOGOS or a collective “CREATOR” of the universe, an architect DEMIURGE. It is undeniable that such a DEMIURGE is not a personal Deity, as many mistakenly suppose, but only the collective of the DHYAN CHOHANS, Angels, Archangels, and other forces. GOD IS GODS.
It is written in characters of fire in the resplendent book of life that God is the Army of the Voice, the Great Word, the Logos.
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
“All things were made through him, and without him nothing was made that was made.”
It is clear and evident that any authentic person who truly achieves perfection enters, for this reason, into the current of sound, into the celestial armies constituted by the Buddhas of compassion, Angels, Planetary Spirits, Elohim, Rishi-Prajapatis, etc., etc., etc.
We have been told with great emphasis that the LOGOS sounds, and that is obvious. The DEMIURGE, the Word, is perfect multiple unity.
He who adores the Gods, he who worships them, can better grasp the profound significance of the various divine facets of the architect DEMIURGE.
When humanity mocked the Holy Gods, it fell mortally wounded into the crude materialism of this iron age.
LUCIFER
We can and even must radically eliminate all the subjective, dark, and perverse psychic aggregates that we carry within us; however, it is undeniable that we could never dissolve within ourselves, the shadow of the intimate Logos.
It is perfectly clear and evident that LUCIFER is the antithesis of the Creator Demiurge, his living shadow projected into the deepest recesses of the MICROCOSMO-MAN. Lucifer is the Guardian of the Gate and the keys of the Sanctuary, so that only the anointed who possess the secret of Hermes may enter.
And since we have written this name so abhorrent to the pious ears of the common people, it is also necessary to state that the esoteric Lucifer of the Archaic Doctrine is the complete opposite of what theologians, such as the famous Des Mousseau and the Marquis de Mirville, mistakenly suppose, for he is the allegory of good, the symbol of the highest sacrifice (Christos-Lucifer of the Gnostics), and the God of wisdom under infinite names.
Light and shadow, mysterious symbiosis of the Solar Logos, perfect multiple unity, INRI is Lucifer.
DEMONS
The various religious theogonies portray those “DIVINE LOGOS” as punished, those who, reincarnated in human bodies, committed the unforgivable error of falling into animal generation.
These dark geniuses are fallen angels, authentic demons in the fullest sense of the word.
It is absurd to assert that such rebels gave minds to humankind; it is obvious that these fallen angels are true cosmic failures.
It is very appropriate at this time to recall the inhuman names of ANDRAMELEK, BELIAL, MOLOCH, BAEL, etc., whose horrendous abominations can be studied by any adept of the White Lodge in the AKHASIC records of Nature.
Distinguish between what is an esoteric fall and what is a descent. Clearly those REBEL ANGELS didn't come down, they fell, and that's different.
LIMBO
Versed in Universal History, we know in its entirety what the ORCUS of the classical Greeks and Latins truly is; the LIMBO of the Christian esotericism.
It is worth emphasizing in this treatise the transcendental idea that LIMBO is indeed the antechamber of the HELL-WORLDS...
All the caves, known and yet to be discovered, form a vast and uninterrupted network that encompasses the entire planet Earth, constituting the ORCUS of the classics—as we already stated in the lines quoted above—the authentic LIMBO of Gnostic esotericism... the other World, in short: where we live after death.
That mystical and terrible allegory corresponds to LIMBO: “There live those innocent children who died without having received the waters of baptism.”
In Gnostic esotericism, such waters are of a Genesiac nature and constitute the ENS SEMINIS. (The essence of semen, as Paracelsus said).
The sacramental baptism of various religious cults symbolizes SEX-YOGA, Maithuna, Sexual Magic.
The key to salvation lies in the marrow and the semen, and anything that does not follow this path is certainly a useless waste of time.
Innocent children are those saints who did not work with the seminal waters of the first instant. Virtuous people who believed the INTIMATE SELF-REALIZATION OF THE BEING possible, without fulfilling the commitment of the sacrament of baptism; they were ignorant of SEXUAL MAGIC or emphatically rejected it.
Only Mercury, the Chief and evoker of souls, taking the Caduceus of Wisdom in his right hand, can evoke back to life the unfortunate innocent creatures plunged into the Underworld. Only he, the Archmage and Hierophant, can make them reborn in conducive environments for fruitful and creative work in the “Forge of the Cyclopes.”
This is how Mercury, the Messenger, and the Wolf of the Sun bring the souls of Limbo into the celestial armies...
PURGATORY
Let us define Purgatory as follows: Lower molecular region; Sub-Lunar type zone; Submerged Astral (secondary KAMA-LOKA).
In the Purgatorial world, we must fry the seeds of evil; annihilate subhuman larvae of all kinds; purge ourselves of all corruption; purge ourselves radically. Dante Alighieri, speaking of Purgatory, says:
“We approached until we reached the place that had previously seemed to me a breach, like a gap dividing a wall; and I saw a gate, which was reached by three steps of different colors, and a gatekeeper who had not yet uttered a word.”
“And as I opened my eyes wider and wider, I saw him sitting on the uppermost step, with such a luminous face that I could not fix my gaze upon it. In his hand he held a naked sword, which reflected its rays toward us in such a way that I tried in vain to fix my gaze upon it.”
“Tell me from there: What do you want?” he began. “Where is the one who accompanies you? Take care that your arrival is not disastrous.”
“A lady of Heaven, having learned of these things,” my Master replied, “has recently told us: ‘Go there; “That is the door.”
“She happily guides your steps,” replied the courteous doorkeeper, “come, then, and ascend our steps.”
“We went forward; the first step was of white marble, so burnished, solid, and taut, that I saw my reflection in it just as I am; the second, darker than turquoise, was of a rough, calcined stone, cracked lengthwise and crosswise; the third, which hovered above the others, seemed to me to be of a porphyry as red as the blood that flows from the veins. On this last one stood the Angel of God, who was seated on the threshold, which seemed to me to be made of diamond. My guide led me from “I willingly went up the three steps, saying, ‘Humbly ask that the lock be opened.’”
“I prostrated myself devoutly at his holy feet; I begged him for mercy to open it, but first I struck my breast three times. With the tip of his sword, he traced the letter ‘P’ seven times on my forehead and said, ‘Try to wash these marks away when you are inside.’”
“Then he took from beneath his garments, which were the color of ash or dry earth, two keys, one of which was gold and the other silver; first with the white one and then with the yellow one, he did on the door what I desired.”
“When one of the keys fails, and does not turn smoothly in the lock,” he told us, “this entrance will not open. One of them is more precious; But the other requires more skill and intelligence before opening, because it is the one that moves the spring.”
“Peter gave them to me, warning me that it was better to err in opening the door than in keeping it closed, as long as sinners prostrate themselves at my feet.”
“Then he pushed the door toward the sacred precinct, saying: Enter; but I must warn you that whoever looks back will come back out.”
“Then the bolts of the sacred gate, which are made of metal, solid and resonant, turned on their hinges; and the gate of the Tarpeian Rock did not produce such a clamor, nor did it prove so resistant, when the good Metellus was thrown from it, and thus it remained empty. I turned attentively at the first sound, and I thought I heard voices singing to the sound of sweet chords: “TE DEUM LAUDAMOS.” “Such an impression did what I heard make on me as one ordinarily receives when hearing singing accompanied by an organ, that the words are perceived as quickly as they cease to be perceived.”
(See Dante’s Divine Comedy).
THE DIVINE MOTHER
Mary, or rather RAM-IO, is the same as ISIS, JUNO, DEMETER, CERES, MAYA, the Divine Cosmic Mother, the serpentine power that underlies the living essence of all organic and inorganic matter.
MARY MAGDALENE
The Beautiful Magdalene is, without a doubt, the same as Salambô, Matra, Ishtar, Astarte, Aphrodite, and Venus.
The solar aura of the repentant Magdalene is constituted by all the priestess wives of the world.
Blessed are those who find refuge in that aura, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
CHRIST
Among the Persians, CHRIST is ORMUZ, AHURA-MAZDA, the antithesis of AHRIMAN (SATAN).
In the sacred land of the Vedas, CHRIST is VISHNU, the second LOGOS, sublime emanation of BRAHMA, the first LOGOS.
The Hindu CHRIST is the Avatar KRISHNA. The Gospel of this Master is similar to that of the Divine Rabbi of Galilee. Among the ancient Chinese, FU-HI is the Cosmic Christ, who composed the famous I-CHING or “book of laws” and appointed Dragon ministers for the good of humanity.
In the sunny land of KEM, the land of the Pharaohs, Christ was in fact OSIRIS, and whoever embodied him thus became an OSIRISIFIED one.
QUETZALCOATL is the MEXICAN CHRIST who now dwells in distant Tule, the White God.
IMMACULATE CONCEPTIONS
It is urgent to understand what Immaculate Conceptions truly are. These abound in all ancient cults; FU-HI, QUETZALCOATL, BUDDHA, and many others are the result of Immaculate Conceptions.
The sacred fire makes the waters of life fertile so that the Master may be born within us.
Every angel is certainly a child of the Divine Mother Kundalini; She is truly a virgin before, during, and after childbirth.
In the name of truth, we solemnly affirm the following: the husband of Devi Kundalini, our particular Cosmic Mother, is the THIRD LOGOS, the Holy Spirit, SHIVA, the firstborn of creation; our intimate, individual, or rather, supra-individual Monad.
Samael Aun Weor
Planetary Logos of Mars
Red Christ of the Age of Aquarius.
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