After the alchemical wedding with that ineffable woman whose name is Guinevere, the queen of the Jinn knights, I then had to courageously confront the dragon of darkness.
I already stated in the former chapter that the delightful valkyrie always demands from her knight all types of unbelievable prodigies of sacrifice and boldness... Indeed, in the flaming fire of the universe there are no exceptions. Even the adept-ladies must fight in many battles, as epic amazons, when indeed they yearn to betroth themselves with their beloved (Buddhi).
I thought that after the alchemical wedding with my beloved I would fully enter into a paradisiacal honeymoon. I did not even vaguely suspect that hidden within the submerged dens of my subconsciousness was the leftist and tenebrous Mara, the father of the three classic furies. It is a gigantic monster with seven infrahuman heads that bitterly personify the seven capital sins... The “I” of the “I” is a horrifying creation of the abyss within which a good percentage of my consciousness was bottled up.
When writing these lines, we cannot avoid remembering the apocalyptic verse which textually states the following:
“And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels [the “I’s” that constitute the ego] were cast out with him.”
If the Archangel Michael and his luminous angels from the divine light fought heroic battles against the dragon, why should I precisely be an exception to the general rule?
Bless my soul, oh God, and hail Mary! Even Buddha Gautama Siddhartha himself had to fight frightful wars against the horrifying dragon Mara and his three loathsome furies…
It is not irrelevant to transcribe here in this opportune moment a certain verse from the Buddhist gospel which literally states:
“Mara [the dragon of darkness] uttered fear-inspiring threats and raised a hurricane so that the skies were darkened and the ocean roared and trembled. But the blessed one under the bodhi tree [the fig tree, symbol of sex] remained calm and feared not. The enlightened one knew that no harm could befall him.”
Ah! If the adept could exclaim, “I am not the dragon…” If he could say, “That monster has nothing to do with me…” However, it is clearly written in the book of all enigmas that Mara is the myself, the itself in the states of most profound infraconsciousness.
Zeus governs the world from Olympus, and many times the gods do what is unexpected, so what is expected does not happen. Thus, the heavens give to human affairs an unthinkable conclusion. That is what happened. To fight against the dragon after the wedding? What a surprise, oh my God! What occurred was very strange…
Smooth is the descent, and easy is the way into the infernal worlds. But it is not easy to retrace our steps and return. Here is where the difficult task and difficult trial lies!
Some few sublime heroes have indeed succeeded to triumphantly return. Between those regions and our upper world of light, deep and impenetrable forests occupy the middle space: and the waters of the pale river, the Cocytus, with its sable waves, trace labyrinthic convolutions within that penumbra, whose mere image makes us shudder.
So, the great beast frightfully howled as when a lion roars, and the potencies of darkness quaked with horror...
In the immense Silano forest, in the splendid shade of the Taburno, two infuriated bulls with sharpened horns ran one against the other in order to fight. The humble shepherds withdrew with fear, and as it is natural, the whole flock remained there immobile and mute with terror. The bulls with all of their strength become filled with terrible wounds, since with all of their weight they shoved their sharpened horns into flesh. Thus, their necks and backs poured blood, and the whole profound forest trembled with their bellows.
Likewise, the dragon of darkness and my longing soul ran against one other, protecting themselves with their armor, and the abyss was filled with clamor…
While contemplating the hard battle, Jupiter, the venerable father of divine ones and humans has in equilibrium the two marvelous plates of the cosmic scale, and he places upon each one of them the destiny of the two combatants. Which one will succumb? Upon which will death fall? In his audacity, the perfidious Mara feels invulnerable. Hope and excess hatred agitates him.
The monster grasped the dreaded lance of Longinus with his sinister hand. In vain, he intended to hurt me three times, and desperately, he threw the holy spear against me. I evaded the strike of the hard pike. Immediately, in those instants, my Divine Mother Kundalini intervened. She took hold of this singular relic and mortally wounded that abominable child of hell.
Then the red dragon lost his gigantic stature little by little. He frightfully diminished, he reduced to a mathematical point and disappeared forever from the tenebrous den...
The secrets of the old abyss are terrible. It is a gloomy and unlimited ocean where the primogenitor night and the chaos, grandparents of Nature, keep perpetual anarchy in the midst of rumors of eternal wars, and which are sustained with the help of confusion...
Heat, coldness, humidity, and drought are the four terrible champions that dispute for superiority in this abyss. They lead their embryonic atoms to combat, which when gathering together around the ensign of their legions and when reunited into many tribes (lightly or heavily armed, being sharp, round, fast, or slow) move innumerably in a swarm, like the sands of Barca or like the sands of the ardent beach of Cirene, which are pulled in order to take their place in the battle of the winds and in order to serve as a ballast for their speedy wings...
The atom that adheres to the largest number of atoms is the one that momentarily dominates. Chaos is the one who governs as a referee, and his decisions increase disorder successively, thanks to the one who reigns after him. It is clear that in those infernal worlds everything is directed by chance...
The horrifying abysmal child exhaled his last breath before the savage abyss, the cradle and sepulcher of Nature, before this den which is neither sea nor earth, neither air nor fire. It is formed by all the elements that in confusion mix themselves in their fertile causes and that must always do combat in the same way. This is unless the Creator Logos determines to form new worlds from these black materials, before this barbarian Tartarus...
Then something unusual, marvelous, and extraordinary happened. That fraction of my consciousness that was previously bottled up within that abominable monster returned into the depths of my soul...
