I, Aun Weor, great avatar [messenger] of the new Age of Aquarius, write this ardent book within the voracious fire…
We are now going to enter the igneous womb of the mother goddess of the world.
Agni! Agni! Agni! God of fire, help us, inspire us, and lead us through these igneous labyrinths of great nature.
We are now going to study the delicate petals of the igneous rose of the universe.
We are now going to enter into the most profound caverns of the earth in order to extract its most terrific secrets…
A still, small voice exalts the burning flames of our purest feelings…
The voracity of the children of the fire crackles among the burning embers of the universe…
We feel the crackling of the flames… and the aura of the mother goddess of the world covers us in its purest effort…
Our chalice is of gold, of silver… and it burns like the solemn fire of the universe…
Children of the earth! Hear your instructors, the children of the fire…
Kings and queens of the fire, creatures of the forest… I conjure you!
There is not a jungle without its genie, there is not a tree without its creature, its powers, and its intelligence…
There is not a tree without a soul… Every plant is a physical body of an elemental creature of nature…
Every plant has a soul, and the souls of the plants enclose all the powers of the mother goddess of the world…
The souls of the plants are the elementals of nature. These innocent creatures have not yet departed from Eden, and for this reason, they have not yet lost their igneous powers…
The elementals of the plants play as innocent children amidst the ineffable melodies of the mother goddess of the world’s great Eden.
We delight ourselves with the aromas of the fire. Thus, we arise full of ecstasy towards the ineffable joy of Nirvana.
There is nothing in this ardent creation that is without a soul…
If we observe with the eyes of the spirit the ardent depth of a millenarian rock, then we see that each atom is the physical body of a mineral elemental creature that struggles, loves, and works within the ardent crackling of the universal flames. That elemental intensely longs to climb the ardent steps of carbon and diamond in order to have the joy of entering into the sublime kingdom of the plants…
This book smells of a forest. This book smells of a mountain…
We extract this book from the flames of the universe and each one of its words is written with ardent embers…
We want to now extract all the secrets of ancient wisdom from those giants of the forest, and from those innocent children from the waters, from the air, from the rocks, and from the ardent flames, in order to re-establish the esoteric wisdom over the face of the earth, and to initiate the Age of Maitreya within the crackling flames of our burning powers.
All the elemental magic of the ancient hierophants ardently sparkles into the sacred chalice of the flowers and into the very womb of the august trees of great nature.
It is necessary to search for the ancient wisdom of the hierophants of Egypt and Greece within the millenarian rocks that are challenging time, and within the subterranean caverns of the womb of the Earth, where the burning fire sparks and burns the debris with its flames.
We are going to separate the smoke from the flames. We are going to elaborate the Body of Liberation with the aroma of the most ardent incentive, made from the purest musk.
We need an ardent mind. We need flaming thoughts. We need the Christ mind of the arhat in order to penetrate into the frightful blaze of these universal flames, where the secrets of the igneous rose of nature terrifically sparkle.
We raise our flaming chalice amidst the ardent, sparkling fire of the mother goddess of the world. Agni! Illuminate us. We raise our chalice to you.
Let us light a bonfire, and let us sing the ardent hymns of fire within the igneous rose of the universe. Let us raise our august chalice and make a toast to the hierarchies of the flames… Agni! Agni! Agni!
Samael Aun Weor
