The Dragon of Darkness

I thought that after the alchemical wedding with my Spiritual Soul I would fully enter into a paradisiacal honeymoon. But, I did not even vaguely suspect that hidden within the submerged dens of my human subconsciousness was the leftist and tenebrous Mara of the Buddhist gospel. This is the famous dragon of darkness cited in the Apocalypse of Saint John. It is the father of the three traitors.

It is a gigantic and abysmal monster with seven infrahuman heads that always personify the seven capital sins: anger, greed, lust, envy, pride, laziness, gluttony...

So, the great beast frightfully howled, as when a lion roars, and the potencies of darkness quaked with horror...

To reduce such a horrifying, abysmal engendering to cosmic dust is only possible with the transcendental sexual electricity, while in complete Sexual Magic...

Fortunately, I knew how to take advantage of the “coitus reservatus” to the maximum, through making my supplications to “Devi Kundalini,” the “igneous serpent of our magical powers.”

The monster grasped the dreaded lance with his sinister hand. In vain, he intended to hurt me three times, and desperately, he threw the hard spear against me. Immediately in those instants, my Divine Mother Kundalini intervened. She took hold of this unique relic and mortally wounded the red dragon with it...

Mara, the horrifying, infernal beast, then lost his gigantic stature. Little by little he diminished. He reduced to a mathematical point and disappeared forever from the tenebrous den...

Afterwards, the fraction of my consciousness that had been bottled up within that abominable monster returned, came back into me...

The secrets of the old abyss are terrible. It is a gloomy and unlimited ocean where the primogenital night and the chaos (the 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 who fight 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 is pulled in order to take 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 major number of atoms is the one which momentarily dominates. Chaos governs as a referee, and his decisions increase disorder each time, thanks to the one who reigns after him. It is clear that in those infernal worlds, “chance” directs everything...

Before this savage abyss (the cradle and sepulchre of nature), before this den which is neither sea nor earth, neither air nor fire, but is formed by all of the elements which in confusion mix themselves in their fertile causes and which must always do combat in the same way (unless the Creator Demiurge determines to form new worlds from these black materials), before this barbarian Tartarus, the dragon of darkness exhaled his last breath...

To descend into the “infernal worlds” is easy, but what is not easy is the return. Here is the hard labor! Here is the difficult ordeal!...

Some sublime heroes (and truly few) have achieved the triumphal return. Impenetrable forests separate the Averno from the world of light. The waters of the pale river, the Cocytus, trace convoluted labyrinths within that penumbra, the mere image of which makes us tremble...