In an extraordinary delirium of supreme bitterness, Lucifer-Prometheus exclaims,
“Oh divine ether! Breezes on swift bird-wings… Behold what I, a God from Gods, endure! And yet — what am I saying? — exactly I foresee all that shall come to pass… what is determined now… To suffer the fatal destiny that fate has given me; for I know well the law of Hades is unconquerable…”
With a lot of pain, oh gods, in a certain book whose title I do not want to mention I read a paragraph that literally states,
“The Host that incarnated in a portion of humanity, though led to it by Karma or Nemesis, preferred free-will to passive slavery, intellectual self-conscious pain and even torture — “while myriad time shall flow” — to inane, imbecile, instinctual beatitude.”
The cited author continues, emphatically stating,
“Knowing such an incarnation was premature and not in the programme of nature, the heavenly host, ‘Prometheus,’ still sacrificed itself to benefit thereby, at least, one portion of mankind.”
Obviously, this brings us the myth of excellence from all the ancient theogonies, which is the myth of celestial rebellion or fallen angels, those titans who dared to fight even against the holy gods…
Ineffable, terribly divine ones, converted into men, reincarnated deities within human bodies…
It is a vain thing to mistake a downfall with a descent! These deities did not descend, they fell, and this is different…
Rightly so, the theogonies depict these divine Logoi as punished…
The universal myth considers them as failures, punished and fallen, when they are obligated to live with their tenebrous legions in that inferior region, inferno, which is the name given to the interior of Earth’s planetary organism (Read chapter 18).
It is written with dreadful characters in the book of the law that a third of the host of those named dhyanis or arupas was simply condemned by the law of karma or nemesis to incessantly be reborn in our afflicted world…
Billions of auras, breaths, or horrifying gusts devolve now in the infernal worlds amidst the weeping, darkness, and gnashing of teeth… These are unhappy creatures from the Averno, falling into worlds whose density is always increasing, returning towards the primeval chaos… Such lost souls impatiently yearn for the Second Death in order to escape from the underground world… Bottled up within all of those abysmal egos, they are precious essences, divine flames, suffering...
These Buddhatas of fallen angels yearn to reenter into the elemental paradises of Nature…
Thereafter, these auras, breaths, recommence the evolving march that will conduce them again from the stone to the human being…
The divine and human know very well that the human species gained nothing with the downfall of those titans of the fire…
What happened then with Moloch? What occurred then with Andrameleck and his brother Asmodeus? What then with Belial? What then with Baal Pehor? What then with Jahve?… Luminaries from ancient times; yet, now horrifying demons…
But, the gold of the mind, what about that? The rational humanoids have never been endowed with manas (mental body).
To Soma Heliakon, the golden body of the solar man, the supersensible vehicles of the soul, must be created in the flaming forge of Vulcan, you know this…
The clue of all powers is found in the forbidden sweet fruit of sex, the symbolic apple of the paradise of Hesperides or pipal…
Instead of the paradisiacal vehicles that the intellectual animal believes it has, only the ego, the myself, Mephistopheles, is within each “rational” creature…
