Whilst travelling throughout many countries of the world, I had to stay for some time in the city of the conqueror Gonzalo Jimenez de Quesada, at the foot of the mountains of Monserrat and Guadalupe.
At that time the Second World War was approaching, I was introduced to a very exceptional friend in that city.
He was called Sucre and was also travelling. He had come from a certain port on the Atlantic as far as the summit of the Andes in search for University learning.
Everything was very curious with that friend from other times, even the usual introduction itself.
Someone, whose name I will not mention, knocked at the door of my dwelling one night with the apparent purpose of inviting me to a serious conversation with the above mentioned friend…
The location of the meeting was certainly not, very beautiful, an awful shop with a small salon.
And after all the useless formalities of introduction, we got to the subject of discussion. My new friend’s intellectual capacity was clearly obvious, a theoretic, speculative, studious person…
He said he was a founder of some theosophical type of lodge and frequently mentioned: H.P.Blavatsky, Leadbeater, Annie Besant, etc.
In the interchange of ideas he was without doubt brilliant at making pseudo-esoteric and pseudo-occult statements.
If it were not for inclination towards Hypnotism and his exhibitionist desire that reunion of friends would have ended peacefully, but it is here where the Devil intervenes.
It happened that this friend wanted to demonstrate his hypnotic power and, approaching a gentleman of a certain age who was there sitting at another table he asked him very courteously to serve as a passive subject for his experiment.
With regard to questions relating to Hypnology, it is not superfluous to emphasize the idea that not all subjects are susceptible to falling into trance. Sucre, with his exhibitionist EGO was obviously not prepared to be ridiculed, he needed to demonstrate his power and for this reason he made superhuman efforts to hypnotize the gentleman.
But, all was in vain, whilst Sucre struggled and even suffered, that good gentleman was inside thinking the worst.
And suddenly, like a thunderbolt falling in a gloomy night, what had to happen, happened.
The passive gentleman jumped up from his place rebuking Sucre, addressing him as a thief, a trickster, a rogue, etc. But our above mentioned friend who was not a gentle lamb, rated and raved.
Tables, chairs, cups, and plates went flying through the air and in the midst of this great havoc were the cries of the proprietor, pleading for the bill to be paid.
Fortunately, the police intervened and everything was calmed, poor Sucre had to pawn his luggage to pay the debt.
After that extremely unpleasant disaster was over, we arranged a new rendezvous with the aforementioned friend, which went much more peacefully since Sucre did not have the absurd idea of repeating his experiment in his head.
Therefore we made clear many ideas and concepts of an esoteric and occult background. Much later that friend went to university with the purpose of becoming a good lawyer and was evidently a magnificent student.
One day, many years after, the aforementioned friend invited me to dine and after dinner we had a conversation about hidden treasures, and so it occurred to me to narrate the following case.
“I was sleeping in my bedroom,” I told him, “when I was suddenly woken by a strange subterranean noise which was mysteriously passing or circulating from Northeast to Southeast.
“Feeling somewhat startled by such an unusual sound, I sat up in bed to see what was happening.
“Then to my great surprise, I saw the earth opening in one of the corners of my bedroom. “There appeared as if by magic the apparition of an unknown women, who in a very refined voice told me: ” I have been dead for many years, here in this place I buried a great treasure, dig it up, it is for you.”
On hearing my after dinner tale, Sucre passionately begged me to take him to the actual place and I clearly did not want to refuse this service…
Another afternoon he came to tell me that he had been in contact with the owner of that house – a very famous doctor of the city – and he begged me to investigate whether or not this person was in fact the owner of the said property as he had his doubts.
I openly admit with the most complete frankness that it was not difficult for me to undertake astral travelling; I simply made good use of the transitional state between wakefulness and sleep.
The instant I began to sleep I delicately rose from my bed and went out to the street.
Obviously the physical body remained asleep in bed.
Thereby the achievement of the projection of the EIDOLON was successfully completed.
I still accurately remember that remarkable psychic experiment.
Flying, floating in the astral atmosphere of planet Earth, I wandered through various streets looking for the Doctor’s surgery.
I prayed to my Elemental Intercessor to take me to that office and it is evident that I was assisted.
Upon reaching a certain house I understood; three steps led to the sumptuous porch of a mansion…
I went through those doors and found myself in a waiting room, advancing some more, I boldly entered the consulting room…
Examining the interior of this last room in detail, I saw a table and upon it a typewriter and some other things; a window looked out onto the patio of the residence, the Doctor was seated and in his aura could be seen his above mentioned ownership…
I returned to my physical body extremely satisfied with the experiment, the EIDOLON is certainly extraordinary…
Early in the morning my friend learnt the outcome of my psychic experiment.
I recounted in detail everything that I had seen and heard, then I saw amazement in Sucre’s face, he knew the surgery and the information I gave him was exact…
What happened afterwards is easy to guess. Sucre not only managed to rent the house from that doctor but furthermore, and this is the most curious, he made him his partner…. In those days I decided to move away from that city despite the pleas of my friend who insisted that I cancel my journey…
When I went back to that place some years later, everything had changed, the house had disappeared…
Then I encountered a horrible, stony, frighteningly boring, arid terrain…
And I saw high tension electrical installations and two stroke pumps machines of all kinds and well-paid workers, etc…
Sucre was living right there in a room which looked more like a trench in a battle field, going in and out, giving insistent orders to the workers, etc…
That room was protected by gigantic rocks and in its walls were seen many of small windows which could open and close at will.
From the shutters Sucre watched what went on around him. Such peepholes were, he used to say, very useful…
Now and then, at the slightest noise from outside, he would seize his pistol or rifle and then from outside those apertures could be seen opening or closing and perhaps the glimpse of gun muzzles protruding.
That was the state of things, when I returned. So my friend explained to me that this treasure was much sought-after, it was known as the famous golden calf so much so that many people from the district were restless and for this reason he was surrounded by covetous mortal enemies who had the intention of murdering him.
So help me God and Virgin Mary! I said to myself… Unluckily did I tell my friend about the vision of the treasure… It would have been better to have kept my trap shut.
Another day, full of optimism he owned up that certainly twelve meters down he had found a figure of baked clay which was good for nothing and inside the hollow head he discovered a parchment in which the whole plan of the treasure was outlined.
In the Doctor’s laboratory the parchment was carefully removed from inside the marionette’s head. For with time and humidity it had become excessively stuck together. According to the plan twelve meters underground they were situated four storerooms, one to the east, another to the west, a third to the north and the last one to the south.
Such a plan gave precise indications and information and at the end had a pronouncement signed with the initials of a name.
“Whoever finds my treasure which is buried in deep wells, will be persecuted by the Church Patron Saint’s before twenty days it must not be known that the profits which were interred for me have been removed.”
In those days the Second World War was much advanced; Hitler had invaded many European countries and was preparing to attack Russia.
My friend was an extreme Germanophile and believed very seriously in Hitler’s triumph…
It is clear then that influenced by the political tactics of Hitler who one day would sign a peace treaty with a particular country and the next would attack the very same country, he did not want to work in accordance with the plan’s indications.
Sucre said to himself: “Such directions are a distraction… The treasure is many meters below the figure, the four storerooms mentioned are of no interest to me.”
Thereby, he abandoned the directions and dug deeper, when I approached that hole I saw only a deep, black, terrifying chasm…
“Sucre, My friend,” I said, “you have committed a very grave error, you have left the treasure above in the four storerooms and have crazily gone deeper. No one would have buried a treasure at such depths.”
Obviously such words as I pronounced carried the fragrance of sincerity and the perfume of courtesy….
However, we must speak in plain language emphasize on the EGO of greed.
Unquestionably, this Ego was standing out exorbitantly in my friend, conspiring with cunning mistrust and violence.
It was in no way something unusual to me that then Sucre raged and stormed vociferously at me and told me things I had never even thought of.
Poor Sucre! He threatened me with death, believing for a moment that I was very much in agreement with his known enemies, perhaps intending to steal the treasure…
After all that and upon seeing my tremendous serenity, he invited me to his “trench refuge” for a coffee.
Before I left that Hispanic city for good known in other times as Nueva Granada, that friend made another request. He begged with all his heart for me investigate to his subterranean work with the EIDOLON.
I wanted to make an astral exploration of such a depth as well and for this reason I acceded to his plea….
And so it happened one exquisite night with a full moon, I slept very peacefully in the dorsal position (on my back) and with my body well relaxed….
Without any anxiety I proposed to keep watch, to spy on my own sleep… I wanted to use that state of transition that exists between alertness and lethargy, for my astral exit…
When the process of dreaming began, when characteristic dream images started to arise, delicately, feeling like a spirit, I made an effort to eliminate laziness and then rose from the bed…
I left my bedroom as if I was a phantom, walking delicately, and next leaving the house… Through the streets of the city floated delightfully, filled with an exquisite spiritual voluptuousness.
It was not difficult to get my bearing; soon I was in the place of events, in the actual terrain…
Before that black, terrible hole which was now more than seventy meters deep, an old dwarf, a pygmy, a respectably white bearded gnome innocently contemplated me.
Floating through the atmosphere I smoothly descended along to the watery bottom of the ill-fated pit of greed…
With my astral feet touching the slime of the humid, shady earth, I made one more pleasant effort and penetrated beneath the very floor of the well…
How softly I descended with the Eidolon underneath the black depths of such a cavern from which much water flowed!
Examining in detail every granite rock submerged beneath the chaotic waters, I penetrated very deeply under the subsoil.
It is obvious that my bug-standing friend had left the fabulous treasure above as said in previous paragraphs.
Now in those abysmal regions I saw only before my insignificant persona, stones, mud, water…
Suddenly something unusual happened; I found myself in front of a horizontal canal which left the area leading towards the street…
What a surprise! Sucre had never talked to me about this. He had never told me that he thought to bore horizontally at such depths…
I slid serenely with the EIDOLON through the aforementioned flooded canal advanced some more and then emerged on the surface by the side of the street.
Having concluded the astral exploration, I returned to my physical body; obviously the investigation was marvelous…
Later, when I reported everything to my friend, he looked very sad. That man suffered terribly; he wanted gold, emeralds, riches, greed was engulfing him alive…
But he justified himself saying that all this treasure was necessary to bring about a proletarian revolution, apparently he needed to invest this wealth in armaments, etc.
How dreadful greed is!… in such a place only fear, reigned, distrust, the revolver, the rifle, espionage, cunning, murderous thoughts, the craving to rule, to reign, to be on the top rung, to make himself felt, etc.
When I left that city I took the decision never again to participate in the motives of greed…
Christ said, “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also”.
Samael Aun Weor
