One codex of Anahuac states that, “The gods created humans of wood, and after having created them, fused them with divinity.” But later adds, “Not all humans achieve integration with divinity.”
Unquestionably, before integrating the human being with that which is the reality, what is first of all necessary is to create the human being.
The intellectual animal (mistakenly called a human being) is in no manner a human being.
If we compare a human being with the intellectual animal, then we can verify for ourselves the concrete fact that, although the intellectual animal physically resembles a human being, psychologically he is absolutely different.
Unfortunately, everyone thinks incorrectly, they presume they are humans, qualifying themselves as such.
We have always believed that a human being is the king of creation. So far, the intellectual animal has not shown that he is even the king of himself. If he is not a king of his own psychological processes, if he cannot direct them at will, much less will he be able to govern nature.
We cannot in any way accept a human being turned into a slave, incapable of governing himself, having been changed into a toy of the bestial forces of nature.
Either we are kings of the universe or we are not. With reference to the latter, unquestionably, the concrete fact that we have not yet reached the state of a human being has been proven.
The Sun has deposited the seeds within the sexual glands of the intellectual animal in order to germinate a human being. Obviously, such seeds can develop or be ultimately lost. If we want those seeds to develop, it is essential to cooperate with the efforts that the Sun is making in order to create humans.
An authentic human being must work intensively with the clear purpose of eliminating from within oneself the undesirable elements which one carries inside.
If the real human being does not eliminate such elements from oneself, one will then fail lamentably. One will become a miscarriage of the Cosmic Mother, a failure.
A human being who truly works on oneself with the purpose of awakening consciousness can integrate with divinity.
Indeed, the solar human being integrated with divinity is actually converted into a superhuman being by one’s own right.
To become a superhuman being, a superhuman, is not easy. There is no doubt that the road that leads to the superhuman is beyond good and evil.
A thing is good when it suits us, and bad when it does not. Within the rhythms of poetry, crime is also concealed. There is much virtue in the villain, and much evil in the virtuous.
The road that leads to the superhuman is the path of the razor’s edge. This path is filled with perils both from within and without.
Evil is dangerous and good is also dangerous. The frightening path is beyond good and evil; it is terribly cruel.
Any moral code can detain us on our way toward the superhuman. Attachments to such and such yesterdays, to such and such scenes, can halt us on the road that leads to the superhuman.
However, wise norms and procedures may be, they can obstruct us in our progress toward becoming a superhuman if they are bottled up in this or that fanaticism, in this or that prejudice, or in this or that idea.
The superhuman can distinguish good from evil and evil from good; one grasps the sword of cosmic justice and is beyond both good and evil.
The superhuman, having liquidated within themselves all good and evil values, has become someone whom nobody understands; such is the ray, the flame of the universal spirit of life, resplendent in the countenance of Moses.
In every refuge on the path, some anchorite gives his offerings to the superhuman, but the latter continues on his way beyond the good intentions of anchorites.
That which was spoken about by people beneath the sacred portals of the temples has great beauty; however, the superhuman is beyond the pious sayings of people.
The superhuman is the lightning, and her word is the thunder that disintegrates the powers of good and evil.
The superhuman shines in the darkness, but darkness hates the superhuman.
The masses qualify the superhuman as perverse for the very fact that such a one does not fit in with indisputable dogmas, neither within pious phrases, nor within the upright morality of serious people.
People abhor superhumans. They crucify them amongst criminals because they do not understand them, because they prejudge them, viewing them through the psychological lenses of what is believed to be holy, even if it is evil.
The superhuman is like a flash of lightening that falls over the perverse, or like the brilliance of something that is not understood and that is later lost in mystery.
The superhuman is neither saintly nor perverse; such a one is beyond sanctity and perversity. Nevertheless, people qualify them as holy or perverse.
The superhuman glimmers for a moment within the darkness of this world, and soon afterwards disappears forever.
Within the superhuman, the red Christ, the revolutionary Christ, the lord of the great rebellion, radiantly shines.
