Three friends, talking and wandering in the forest of mystery, we arrived slowly, slowly, slowly, before the sacred hill.
Without much fear, we were then witnesses to something unusual and unexpected.
It is urgent to write about this for the benefit of our beloved readers.
An ancient rock on this stony ground opened suddenly, as if it had been split into two exactly equal pieces, leaving us perplexed and amazed…
Before we had enough time to evaluate this, without thinking, as if attracted by a strange force, I approached the mysterious granite door…
Without meeting any obstacle, I bravely crossed the threshold of a Temple. In the meantime, my friends sat serenely before the great mass of stone that was closing in front of them…
Any dictionary, no matter how extraordinary, would frankly be insufficient if we intended to describe in minute detail all the portents of that subterranean Sanctuary.
Without any savoir-faire, I prefer to speak about this in “grosso modo’‘ but with sincerity, limiting myself to narrate what happened.
Lively, animated by the Living Flame of the Spirit, I advanced along a narrow corridor until I arrived to a small drawing room…
That exotic place appeared to be the office or room of a lawyer…
Sitting down before the desk, I found an Archon of Destiny, an indecipherable character, hermetic Judge of Karma, mystic dressed as an elegant modern gentleman…
How wise that lawyer-Cohen appeared! Sublime prophet! Infallible! And terrifyingly divine…
With deep veneration I approached his desk; the Sacred Fire shone in his face… Immediately I felt its deep significance, in a direct way.
“Thanks, Venerable Master!”
—I said with infinite humility…
The austere Hierophant, with sibilant tone, took his parabola and said:
—That person—referring to one of the two friends who waited for me outside—is of the worn type, who will always live in poverty. The other person—referring now to my other friend—is of the samuro type.
—How? Samuro?
—I repeat: samuro. (A fighting, spiritual friend, like the progressive Buddhist samurai of the Empire of the Rising Sun).
Finally, addressing my insignificant, worthless person, said,
“You are the military type, because you will have to draw the multitudes, and form the Army of World Salvation, to initiate the new Aquarian Era”.
Then he proceeded in the following way:
“Your specific mission is to create Men, to teach the people to fabricate the astral, mental and causal bodies so that they can incarnate the Human Soul”.
Then he got up from his desk with the evident purpose of looking for one of my books in his library, and when he had it in his hands, enraptured with ecstasy, said:
“The book that you sent by mail at the appropriate time to a particular person, was very much appreciated”.
It is easy to infer what happened afterwards: with infinite veneration and great humility, with no haste of any kind and no vain infatuation, I said goodbye to the Venerable One and left the Temple.
Now it is urgent and indispensable to think and meditate seriously about the essential, basic nature of this story.
Excluding from our vocabulary any cutting remark in bad taste, we shall emphasise the following postulate:
“It is indispensable to create the Man inside ourselves, here and now”.
Since I am teaching the Doctrine to the people, I am obviously a creator of Men.
There is a need to create inside us the availability for Humanity. It is not superfluous to remember that the end time has already arrived.
Much has been said in occultist literature about the two paths. I wish to refer specifically to the spiral and direct paths.
Unquestionably the two paths only open, augustly, before the authentic Man, never before the intellectual animal!
I will never be able to forget the final moments of the Fifth Initiation of Fire. After all these processes of recapitulation, I had to confront bravely a nirvanic Guardian, terrifyingly divine.
The blessed Lord of Perfection, showing me the nirvanic spiral path, said,
”This is a good work”.
Afterwards, indicating the direct path to me said with his great voice like that of a roaring lion:
“This is a superior work”.
Later on I saw him coming towards me with that tremendous commanding manner of the great majesties. He interrogated me and I answered him, so we established the following dialogue:
—Which of these two path are you going to follow now?
—Let me think about it.
—Do not think about it, say it immediately, define your position.
—I will go by the direct path that leads to the Absolute.
—But, what are you saying? Don’t you realise that this path is very painful?
—I repeat, I go to the Absolute!
—How can you even think of entering there? Don’t you want to understand the extent to which you are going to suffer? What’s happening to you, Sir?
—I will go to the Absolute.
—Well, you are warned! Those were the final words of the Guardian, after which he withdrew, solemn.
Another night, outside my super sensible bodies, in total command of functions as Atman or Spirit-Man.
In Nirvana, I was alone on the beautiful terrace of the dwelling of delights in the corner of Love…
I saw the inhabitants of that region in always increasing number floating in the sacred space…
They happily sat down in that place full of perfumed flowers. Divine algorithm, sublime inspiration, and unforgettable talent…
Atman-Buddhi-Manas, Trimurti of Perfection. At this moment in which I am writing these lines it occurs to me to repeat that verse of the book “The Occult Abode”, that says
“I am the sacred crocodile Sebek. I am the flame with three wicks, and my wicks are immortal.
I enter the region of Sekem, and enter the region of the flames that have vanquished my adversaries”.
An igneous creature started to talk in the name of the Sacred Brotherhood and said,
“My brother, why are you going to take such a hard path? Here in Nirvana we are happy. Stay with us!”
Full of energy, my answer was the following:
“The intellectual animals were unable, with their temptations, far less you the Gods. I go for the Absolute!”
The Ineffable Ones went silent, and I quickly left that house.
The Voice of Silence has said:
“The bodhisattva who renounces Nirvana by love of humanity, is confirmed as three times honoured and, after many nirvanas won and lost because of this cause, he gets the right to enter the world of supranirvanic happiness…”
Nirvana has cycles of activity and others of deep rest. By the 20th century, it finds itself in a period of action.
The Nirvanis that reincarnated during the first races have reincarnated again. When this epoch has passed, they will submerge in the infinite happiness towards the future mahamvantara.
The Path of the long and bitter duty is different, implying total renunciation.
However, it leads directly to the Absolute.
Any one of these many nights, finding myself happily in the state of samadhi, I saw the planet Mars shine with purple hues…
Its vibrations were certainly of a telepathic character. I felt in my quiet heart that I was being called urgently from the central nucleus of that planetary mass. Its glittering was unmistakable…
Immediately I transported myself towards the living entrails of that world dressed in To Soma Heliakon…
Shining, dressed in the uniform of the celestial militias, Samael was waiting for me, my own individual Monad, my intimate Real Being, and the divine Regent of that planet.
Reverent, I prostrated myself before the Omniscient One, illustrious Lord of that place, and then said:
—Here I am, my Father! What have you called me for?
—You, my son, forget me!
—No, my Father, I do not forget you!
—Yes, my Son, if you are given the role of gatekeeper of the Universe, you forget me!
—Oh, my Father, I have come to kiss your hand and receive your blessing!
The Omni Merciful blessed me, and I kissed his right hand with bent knee.
Later on I fell into deep thoughts. Why did I choose this path for myself? Why did I forget my Father before the terrible presence of the Guardian of the Paths?
Jesus, the Great Gnostic Priest, gave us a great lesson in the Mount of Olives when he said
“My Father, if thou art willing, remove this cup from me, nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.”
Eighteen years later: thundering and lightning I tore my garments protesting about so much pain. Oh! God!
A virgin from the Nirvana answered me:
“Such is the path you have yourself chosen. For us inhabitants of the Nirvana the triumphs are less, and because of this we suffer less. However since your triumphs will be bigger your suffering will be also more intense”.
When I wanted to rest a while, the Agents of Karma recriminated me, saying:
“What is wrong, sir? Are you going to move? Move on, my friend! Move on! Move on!”
I patiently continued the march by the rocky Path leading to the final Liberation.
Samael Aun Weor
