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My beloved brothers and sisters, one day while I was out of my physical body in the state of Nirvikalpa Samadhi, I placed myself in transcendental mystical contact with the third aspect of Maha- Kundalini : Proserpine, Hecate, Coatlicue, the blessed Mother Death, terror of love and law. Then, she took the floor in order to say: "Already everything is lost. The evil of the world is so great that it even reached the heavens. Therefore, Babylon the Great, Mother of all types of fornications and abominations of the Earth will be destroyed and from this perverse civilization of vipers nothing will remain, not even one stone upon another."
I answered, "Oh Mother of mine, then we are facing a dead-end alley..."
Some minutes of an imposing silence transpired and the adorable one exclaimed, "Do you want to make a business deal with me?"
My answer was, "Yes, yes, yes..."
"It's agreed upon then. You open up the dead-end alley and I will kill them!" Such were her final words...
My beloved brothers and sisters, one day while I was out of my physical body in the state of Nirvikalpa Samadhi, I placed myself in transcendental mystical contact with the third aspect of Maha- Kundalini : Proserpine, Hecate, Coatlicue, the blessed Mother Death, terror of love and law. Then, she took the floor in order to say: "Already everything is lost. The evil of the world is so great that it even reached the heavens. Therefore, Babylon the Great, Mother of all types of fornications and abominations of the Earth will be destroyed and from this perverse civilization of vipers nothing will remain, not even one stone upon another."
I answered, "Oh Mother of mine, then we are facing a dead-end alley..."
Some minutes of an imposing silence transpired and the adorable one exclaimed, "Do you want to make a business deal with me?"
My answer was, "Yes, yes, yes..."
"It's agreed upon then. You open up the dead-end alley and I will kill them!" Such were her final words...
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