Chapter:

Conclusion of the Lunar Works

After having reduced Mara, the father of the three classical Furies, into cosmic dust, I then had to confront other secondary beasts of the abyss...

The day was slowly ending; the delectable air of the night invited all living human beings who populate the face of the earth to rest from their fatigue. But, I, a vile slug from the mud of the earth, only wanted to endure the combats of the path, and what is worthiest of compassion, which my memory will unmistakeably write of...

Oh, ineffable Muses! Oh divine, high genius! Help me now. Inspire me; here shall your excellence reveal itself so that my style does not retract from the nature of this matter...

My profound, deep slumber was interrupted by a crash of heavy thunder that shook me, as one who is violently awakened from his sleep. I rose upright, and my rested eyes moved around, searching with fixed ken, to know what place it was wherein I stood. I then saw myself inside a solitary house, next to a tenebrous path...

While seated on a rustic armchair next to the window from where the steep path could be well contemplated, I very sincerely evoked foregone times...

Indeed, I had been there in that mansion of the abyss, in other ages, and before the same path...

None of this seemed new to me; I understood that I was recapitulating mysteries. By rising up from the chair, I opened the old door of that abode and I left, while walking slowly...slowly... slowly... on the solitary path....

With only one glance, my sight bore into a very far space, as far as the spiritual sight is capable of penetrating, and I saw a sad, devastating, and sombre place...

The floor was wet and I had to unexpectedly stop before a certain electric cable which was lying on the ground...

A wire or copper charged with high voltage? What a horror... and I came very close to stepping on it!...

“It is preferable to die free than to live imprisoned.” Thus, this is what the voice of the silence uttered on that night of mystery...

So, I who was alarmed and had intended to retreat in those precise moments felt comforted...

Resolutely, I advanced through those sub-lunar places, along the tortuous, abysmal path...

The steep path surprisingly turned towards the left and penetrated within a certain very picturesque hill...

In those hills, I saw something similar to a national park on a Sunday. A variegated conjunction of human creatures seemed to delectably enjoy the prairie land...

For the recreational entertainment of many, some walking vendors were coming and going selling multi-colored balloons here, there, and everywhere...

This was a living symbol of the profane life. This is how I understood it. However, it is clear that I wanted to live all of this with intensity...

I was very absorbed in all of this while contemplating the perpetual crowds, when suddenly, lo and behold, something unexpected and unusual happened. It momentarily appeared to me as if time was truly standing still...

In an instant of terror, a sanguinary wolf emerged from within the bushes and with ferociousness and malicious sight intended to catch his prey in vain. Before this wolf, some hens that desperately cackled escaped from their pitiless death.

This was extraordinary occult symbolism: a pusillanimous, cowardly, timid farm yard bird. A cruel, pitiless, sanguinary wolf...

Dread! Terror! Fright!... And I who believed to have died within myself ignored the existence of these psychic aggregates within my own atomic infernos. These were sub-lunar human states from the human infraconsciousness...

Fortunately, I never forget my holy spear while in hard battle. Thanks to my Divine Mother Kundalini , I could exceed many in strength and ability with the spear.

Having had the main demon “I’s” (vile personifications of my horrible, infrahuman defects) fall, my lunar works epically concluded by giving death to many other infernal beasts with the holy spear...

It is not irrelevant to say that I had collected a very rich booty of war after many bloody battles...

I am referring with great emphasis to those multiple precious gems of my own existence, to those grains of consciousness that were once trapped, bottled up within those horrifying engenderings of hell...

The final part of the work was completely of an atomic nature. To expel these malignant intelligences from within their nuclear habitats is not easy...

Certainly, this is what is understood as the transformation of the black waters into white...

Now, these atoms have converted themselves into marvellous vehicles of certain luminous intelligences...

These are magnificent sparks, atoms which are capable of informing about the activities of the secret enemy...

One night of glory, I had the highest, greatest honor that can be granted to a human being: I was visited by the Cosmic Christ. The Beloved One carried a great book in his right hand as if he was saying to me: “Now you are going to enter into the sphere of Mercury.”

When I saw the master I could not say anything, except to utter: “Lord, you have arrived sooner than I thought. I did not expect you so soon...”

The living Christ sweetly answered: “Sometimes I delay when I have to come in the month of March... You have to keep dying...”

“What?... To keep dying?... Still?”

“Yes,” the Beloved One answered. “You have to keep dying,” he repeated...

Then, what happened after that was prodigious. The master slowly rose up towards the Sun of Midnight; He slightly detached himself from the star king in order to bless me and to forgive my ancient errors...

Thus, this is how I gained the re-entrance into the first heaven, the abode of the ineffable angels...

Unquestionably, I was a fallen angel, but it is clear that I had been forgiven...

There is more joy in the cathedral of the soul for a sinner who is repented, than for one thousand just ones who do not need repentance...


This is the path of the Bodhisattva: a secret path entered by very few, and the only way to the highest potentials of the human being.

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