After having reduced Mara, the father of the three Furies, to cosmic dust, I had to confront the secondary beasts of the abyss…
The day was finishing slowly, the delicious air of the night was inviting the living beings that inhabit the face of the Earth to rest from their travails, and I, vile worm in the mud of the earth, only wished to bear the struggles of the path and of those things worthy of compassion that my memory will write without mistakes…
Oh, ineffable muses! Oh, high divine talent! Come to my help; inspire me so that my style is not incompatible with the nature of the subject…
My deep sleep was interrupted by a very strong thunder… Like a man who has been awakened in a violent way I got up and, looking around me, I tried to find out what kind of place I was in. I saw myself then in a lonely house next to a dark road…
Seated on a coarse armchair next to the window, from which one could see the steep path, I evoked very sincerely times gone by…
I had certainly been there in times gone by, in the mansion of the abyss and before this same path…
Nothing of all this appeared new to me; I understood that I was recapitulating mysteries. Getting up from the chair, I opened the old door of that house and went out, walking slowly… slowly… slowly… by the solitary road…
In a single glance, and with my sight spread out across as far a space as it is possible with the penetration of spiritual sight, I saw a sad place, devastated and sombre…
The floor was humid and I had to stop before an electric cable lying on the pavement…
A copper cable charged with high tension? What horror! And I was nearly standing on it!
“It is better to die free than to live in captivity”. Thus said the Voice of Silence in the night of the mystery….
And I, in a state of alarm, who was trying at that precise moment to move back, felt encouraged…
I went forward resolutely through those sublunary places along the abysmal winding road…
The steep path, turning suddenly to the left, lead to certain picturesque hills…
In them I saw something like a national park on Sunday, a colourful ensemble of human creatures that appeared to be having a good time on the meadow…
Some peddlers moved around selling coloured balloons for the solace of many people…
A living symbol of profane living, thus 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, contemplating the crowds, when suddenly something unusual and unwonted happened: it appeared to me that time itself stopped for a moment…
At that time of terror a bloodthirsty wolf appeared from the bushes; ferocious, it tries in vain to catch its prey. Before him some hens try to escape, crowing in desperation.
Extraordinary occult symbolism: barnyard fowl, faint-hearted and cowardly, shy.
Bloodthirsty wolf, cruel, merciless…
Fright! Terror! Astonishment! Human sublunary states of the human infra- consciousness and I, who believed to have died in myself, ignored the existence of these psychical aggregates inside my own atomic hells…
Luckily, I never forgot my Holy Spear during this hard struggle; thanks to my Divine Mother Kundalini I have done better than many with respect to the force and skill of the Lance…
Having already destroyed the main demon-egos, vile embodiments of my horrible infrahuman defects, my lunar tasks finished in an epic manner, killing with the Holy Shaft many other infernal beasts…
It is not too much to say that I got to collect a very rich bounty of war after so many bloody battles…
I wish to refer with great emphasis to those multiple precious gems of my own existence, to those grains of consciousness remaining among those frightful abortions from Hell…
The last part of the task was of a totally atomic character. It is not easy to expel the malignant intelligences from their nuclear habitats…
This is certainly what is understood by the transformation of the black waters into white…
Now, these atoms have become marvellous vehicles for certain luminous intelligences…
Magnificent sparks, atoms capable of giving information about the activities of the secret enemy…
One night of glory I had the greatest honour that can be bestowed on a human being: I was visited by the Cosmic Christ. The Adorable One had a great book in his right hand as if saying, “Now you are entering the Sphere of Mercury”.
When I saw the Master I could not but say: —Lord! You have arrived earlier than I thought. I was not expecting you yet…
The living Christ answered sweetly:
—I sometimes get delayed when it is my turn to come here in March… You still have to continue dying in yourself…
—How? To continue dying? Still?
—Yes-–answered the Adorable One—you have to continue dying—he repeated…
What happened then was miraculous. The Master ascended slowly towards the Sun of Midnight, quitting the vicinity of the King of the Stars after a while to bless me and forgive my ancient errors…
In this way I succeeded in rejoining the First Heaven, the abode of the ineffable Angels…
Unquestionably I was a fallen Angel, but it is clear that I had been forgiven…
In the Cathedral of the Soul “there is more happiness for a sinner that repents, than for a thousand just persons that have no need of repentance”…\
Samael Aun Weor
