I want to emphasize the basic idea that must be formulated as follows: “The great lovers of lewdness and lechery belong to the Casanova-type rather than to the famous womanizer-type of Don Juan.” If the crafty Don Juan-type reflects all his amorous adventures in the egocentric, malignant mirror of his refined fantasy with the abominable intention of humiliating women, of profaning them despicably, of raping and disgracing them perversely, by despoiling virgins and driving them to sin, it is incontrovertible that this is a particular kind of masculine hatred towards women.
According to the law of opposites, the libidinous desire of sexual fascination based exclusively on the natural and sentimental instinctive impulses predominates in the Casanova-type. Unfortunately, this kind of individual is insatiable; he suffers and makes others suffer as well. The Casanova-type is a kind of “master of mockery” of women, who seems to have the gift of ubiquity since he can be seen in many places, here, there, and everywhere. He is like a sailor who has a girl in every port and is often engaged to be married, promising eternal love... In contrast to the refined sexual sadism of the Don Juan-type, we discover in the Casanova-type a rational homunculi who wants to smother the unbearable boredom of his existence in a bed of pleasures.
Another variety, fortunately less common than the woman charmer, could be called the devil-type. One of the most genuine representatives of this sinister type was undoubtedly “the monk,” Gregori Rasputin, a strange ascetic, passionately fond of the occult, “a kind of hypnotising peasant in the frock of a priest.” By all means it stands out with completely dazzling clarity that the despotic magic strength of the “sacred devil” Rasputin was due exclusively to his tremendous sexual drive.
The Tsar and the Tsarina knelt before him believing that they could see a living saint in this evil monk. It is obvious that Rasputin found the Tsars well disposed to him, thanks to the French magician Papus (Dr. Encause), family doctor to the royal couple. Waldemar says:
“The diplomatic memoirs of the former French Ambassador Maurice Paléologue in St. Petersburg, published by the Revue des deux Mondes, are indeed most instructive.
“The ambassador describes an invocation of the spirits carried out by the conspicuous French occultist, Papus (Dr. Encause). Of course, this was done according to the express wish of the Tsars. The revolutionary disturbances of 1905 were the reason for such a session. Papus was to ward off the revolt through a great exorcism in the presence of the Tsar, the Tsarina and the aide, Captain Mandryka.”
Paléologue, as Papus’s guarantor with whom he had a friendly relationship, states:
“By an intense concentration of will and a prodigious expenditure of fluid dynamism, the ‘spiritual master’ succeeded in calling up the spirit of the most pious Tsar Alexander III; the presence of the invisible spectre was attested by signs indubitable.
“In spite of the fear which clutched at his heart, Nicholas II bluntly asked his father whether he should or should not resist the current of liberalism which was threatening to overwhelm Russia. The spirit replied, ‘At any cost you must crush the revolution now beginning but it will spring up again one day and its violence will be proportionate to the severity with which it is put down to-day. But what does it matter! Be brave, my son! Do not give up the struggle!’” —Maurice Paléologue, An Ambassador’s Memoirs
The sage Waldemar continues:
“Holding these beliefs [in spirits], the Tsar could not help but be greatly interested in Rasputin, who had considerable fame as a miracle-healer.
“The peasant monk was one of the so-called village sorcerers very common in Russia at that time. Due to his amazing sexual drive, he had such a vital and extraordinary magnetism that he must have produced the effect of a primitive force erupting within the already partly degenerate noble circles of St. Petersburg.
“One of his first exploits in the court was to magnetically treat the heir to the throne who was suffering from hemophilia. He managed to control his bleeding, something that the doctors had not been able to achieve.”
The sage Waldemar continues, saying:
“Henceforth, Grand Dukes, Ministers of the Crown and the aristocractic clique lived in fear of Rasputin. The fact that he held the life of the Tsarevitch in his hands won him the unconditional trust of the Tsar and the Tsaritsa. And he knew all too well how to turn this dependence to his own advantage.” —Charles Waldemar, The Mystery of Sex
He ruled the Tsars, and therefore Russia, as he pleased.
“While constantly increasing his power and influence, a group of adversaries of high lineage and position led by Prince Yussupov and the great Duke Pavlovitsch, decided to eliminate the troublesome “miraculous monk.”
“Thus, it happened that during a dinner party at the palace of the aforementioned prince, the monk who was a guest there was served food and drink laced with potassium cyanide in doses which were enough to kill twenty or more people in a matter of seconds. But Rasputin ate and drank with increasing appetite and the poison seemed to have no effect on him at all.
“The conspirators began to worry but kept encouraging the hated man to eat and drink more. Nothing worked; the poison had no effect on the miraculous monk. On the contrary, the accursed man seemed to feel more comfortable.
“Therefore the conspirators agreed that Yussupov would kill him with a gun. The prince shot him and Rasputin fell face down; the conspirators believed him to be dead.
“Yussupov, who had shot the monk in the chest, tried to turn the body face up, but to his surprise Rasputin shoved him and with heavy labored steps tried to escape from the room. Then the conspirator Purishkevich shot the monk four more times and he fell again. Once more he got up; this time he was kicked and hit with a stick by the furious Purishkevich until he definitely seemed to be dead.
“But Rasputin’s vitality was such that he still gave signs of life as the conspirators put his stout body into a sack, which they tied up and threw from a bridge onto the ice floes of the Neva.”
This was the tragic end of a man who could have achieved in-depth realization of his Innermost Self.
Unfortunately, “the monk” Gregori Rasputin did not know how to wisely utilize this amazing sexual energy that Nature had endowed upon him, and consequently he descended to the lowest level of sensuality.
One night, I set out to investigate the disincarnated Rasputin. Since I know in depth all the psychic functions of the eidolon (the astral body of the real human being), it was not difficult for me to magically astral project. Dressed in that sidereal body discussed extensively by Philippus Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim (Aureolus Paracelsus), I left my physical body in order to move freely within the fifth dimension of Nature, the astral world.
What I saw with my spatial sense (the eye of Horus) was terrible. I affirm emphatically that I had to enter into a horrible tavern where you could only see barrels full of wine, amongst which there was a multitude of horrifying creatures, very much like human beings, sliding every which way.
I looked for Rasputin, the “sacred devil.” I wanted to talk to that strange monk before whom so many princes, counts, dukes and marquises of the Russian nobility had shuddered; but here instead of one ego, I saw many egos, all of them part of the same ego of “the monk” Gregori Rasputin.
I had before my spiritual sight, in the total presence of my Cosmic Being, a bunch of devils, a pluralized “I” within which there was only one worthy element. I am referring to the Essence.
Since I could not find a single responsible individual, I approached one of those abominable grotesque creatures that passed nearby: “This is where you ended up, Rasputin. This was the result of your unruly life and your many orgies and vices.”
“You are mistaken, Samael,” answered the monstrous figure, as if to defend or justify his sensual life. Then he added, “What you are lacking is intuition.”
“You cannot deceive me, Rasputin.” These were my last words. Then I left that sinister place situated in the Limbo of Orcus of the classics, at the entrance of the submerged mineral kingdom.
If Rasputin had not done so much charitable work in his life, by now he would be undergoing devolution over time within the submerged worlds, under the Earth’s crust, within the dwelling of Pluto.
Many years have gone by and I keep meditating on the fact that human beings do not yet have an authentic individuality. The only thing that continues after death is a bunch of devils.
What horror! Devil “I’s”... Each one of our psychological defects is represented by some of those abominable Dantesque creatures.
Samael Aun Weor
His name is Hebrew סמאל און ואור, and is pronounced “sam-ayel on vay-or.” You may not have heard of him, but Samael Aun Weor changed the world. In 1950, in his first two books, he was the first person to reveal the esoteric secret about sex that was hidden in all the world’s great religions, and for that, accused of “healing the ill,” he was put in prison. Nevertheless, he did not stop. Between 1950 and 1977 he wrote sixty books, and inspired millions of people across the entire span of Latin America. A true example of compassion and selflessness, he dedicated his life to helping others.