Do not be in such a hurry, Hurray, when studying this teaching, because it is permeated by the fragrance of divinity, the perfume of hope that is born from sexual and moral purity, that you can only smell and contemplate through meditation.
If Samael Aun Weor sounds too harsh to you, it's because your ego has no hope, and must die. His teaching is against your pride, resentment, and ignorance. However, this teaching is for the soul (Tiphereth, Prince Calaf), as taught by our spiritual friend and Master of Music, Giacomo Puccini, in his immortal opera,
Turandot:
Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o, Principessa,
nella tua fredda stanza,
guardi le stelle
che tremano d'amore
e di speranza.
Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,
il nome mio nessun saprà!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò
quando la luce splenderà!
Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio
che ti fa mia!
(Il nome suo nessun saprà!...
e noi dovrem, ahime, morir!)
Dilegua, o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All'alba vincerò!
vincerò, vincerò!
Nobody shall [psychologically] sleep!...
Nobody shall sleep [in their consciousness]!
Even you, o [Divine] Princess [Kundalini-Turandot],
in your cold [chaste] room [pure from the snow of heavenly mountains of initiation],
watch the stars [Urania],
that tremble with love [Gedulah, the Spirit] and with hope [the Intimate Christ].
But my secret [of transmutation] is hidden within me,
my name [Calaf, Kaf: "crown" and the Rune Laf, "life," or how one raises the energies of life in sex to the crown of the head through initiation; or better said, "The" Name, Hashem, יהוה Iod-Chavah, which etymologically signifies Man-Woman, Phallus-Uterus in alchemy] no one shall know...
No!...No!...
On your mouth [of Da'ath, sexual alchemical knowledge] I will tell it when the light shines [after I have completely died to desire through the work of the cross].
And my kiss will dissolve the [Voice of the] silence that makes you mine!...
[Chorus of egotistical elements] (No one will know his name [no one will know his secret, for unlike Samson, he does not sway in his vow of chastity] and we must, alas, die [due to the Divine Mother Turandot, the Goddess of Death].)
Vanish, o [spiritual] night [of ignorance and trials of the Second Mountain]!
Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn [upon Resurrection, qualifying through the eight years of Job], I will win! I will win! I will win!
The people of Peking, the egotistical elements of the psyche, complain, while the soul triumphs in hope so as to receive the morning star, the dawn of hope eternal and salvation in Christ.