After having reduced Mara, the father of the three Classical Furies, into cosmic dust, I then had to confront other secondary beasts of the abyss…
The day was slowly ending. The delectable air of the night was inviting all living human beings who populate the face of the earth to rest from their fatigue. But I only wanted to endure the combats of the path and what is worthiest of compassion, which my memory will write without mistake…
Oh, ineffable Muses! Oh divine, high Genius! Help me now. Inspire me. Here shall your excellence reveal itself so that my style does not retract from the nature of this matter…
My profound, deep slumber was interrupted by a crash of heavy thunder, that I shook myself, as one who is violently awakened from his sleep. I rose upright, and my rested eyes moved around, searching with fixed ken, to know what place it was wherein I stood. I then saw myself inside a solitary house, next to a tenebrous path…
While seated on a rustic armchair, next to the window from where the steep path could well be contemplated, I very sincerely evoked foregone times…
Indeed, I had been there, in that mansion of the abyss, in other ages, and before the same path…
None of this seemed new to me, I understood that I was recapitulating Mysteries. By rising up from the chair, I opened the old door of that abode and I left, while walking slowly…slowly…slowly…on the solitary path….
With only one glance, my sight bore into a very far space, as far as the spiritual sight is capable of penetrating, and I saw a sad, devastating and somber place…
The floor was wet and I had to unexpectedly stop before a certain electric cable that was lying on the ground…
A wire or copper charged with high voltage? What a horror…and I came very close to stepping on it!…
“It is preferable to die being free than to live while being imprisoned.” This is what the Voice of the Silence uttered on that night of mystery…
So, I who was alarmed and had intended to retreat in those precise moments, felt comforted..,
Resolutely, I advanced through those sub-lunar places, along the tortuous, abysmal path…
Horrendous path within the dreadful entrails of the pale moon, mysterious path from the past great cosmic day… how many remembrances it brings to me…!
Ah yes! I was active in the former Mahamanvantara and I lived among the Selenites of the Lunar World…
Now that old lunar world is a cadaver, and from the Selenites nothing remains, not even their bones…
Deep reflections touched terribly the most intimate fibers of my soul, while quietly I walked throughout that submerged path…
Meanwhile, my planetary body, here on this earth, was lying down in a profound rest…
Is it perhaps something rare for the soul to escape from the physical body during meditation?
To dream? No!… It has been long time since I stopped dreaming… Those who awake their consciousness do not dream anymore…
Self-Cognizance? This is a different faculty and I have it because I am very well dead…
Objective Consciousness? It is obvious that if I would not have it, I could not inform my beloved readers about life in the superior worlds…
Studies…? Yes, I perform them during the Samadhi, when I am out of my physical body. However, beloved reader, let us go back to our narration and forgive me this small but important divergence.
The steep path surprisingly turned towards the left and penetrated within certain very picturesque hills…
In those hills, I saw something similar to a national park on a Sunday. A variegated conjunction of human creatures seemed to pleasantly enjoy the prairie land…
For the recreational entertainment of many, some walking vendors were coming and going, selling multi colored balloons here, there and everywhere…
This was a living symbol of the profane life. This is how I understood it. However, it is ostensible that I wanted to live all of this with intensity…
I was very absorbed in all of this while contemplating the perpetual crowds, when suddenly, to and behold, something unexpected and unusual happened. It appeared to me as if momentarily time was truly standing still…
In an instant of terror, a sanguinary wolf emerged from within the bushes and with ferociousness and malicious sight intended to catch his prey in vain. Before this wolf, some hens that desperately cackled escaped from their pitiless death.
This was extraordinary occult symbology: A pusillanimous, cowardly, timid farm yard bird, a cruel, pitiless, sanguinary wolf…
Dread! Terror! Fright!… These were sub- lunar human states from the human infra- consciousness, and I, who have died within myself… I was ignoring the existence of these psychic aggregates within my own atomic infernos….
Fortunately, I never forget my Holy Pike while in hard battle. Thanks to my Divine Mother Kundalini, I could exceed many in strength and ability with the Spear.
Having had the main Demon ‘l vile personifications of my horrible, infrahuman defects fall, my lunar works epically concluded by giving death to many other infernal beasts with the Holy Spear…
It is not irrelevant to say that I had collected a very rich booty of war after many bloody battles…
I am referring with great emphasis to those multiple precious gems of my own consciousness, trapped, bottled up within those deformed abysmal bodies…
The final part of the work was completely of an atomic nature. To expel these malignant intelligences from within their nuclear habitats is not easy…
Indeed, this is what is understood as the transformation of the black waters into white…
Now, these atoms have converted themselves into marvelous vehicles of certain luminous intelligences…
These are magnificent sparks, atoms that are capable of informing me about the activities of the secret enemy…
One night of glory, I had the highest great honor that can be granted to a human being: I was visited by the Cosmic Christ. The Adorable One was carrying a great book in his right hand and said to me: “Now you are going to enter into the sphere of Mercury.”
When I saw the Master I could not say anything, except to utter: “Lord, you have arrived sooner than I thought. I did not expect you so soon. ”
The living Christ sweetly answered: “Sometimes I delay when I have to come in the month of March… You have to still keep dying. ”
“What?… To keep dying?… Still?” “Yes” the Adorable One answered. “You have to keep dying” he repeated…
Then, what happened after that was prodigious. The Master slowly rose up towards the Sun of Midnight. He slightly detached himself from the Star King in order to bless me and to forgive my ancient errors…
Samael Aun Weor
