We want to emphasize at the beginning of this chapter, the following postulate: Physics will remain stationary as long as the human mind remains stagnant in the three- dimensional Euclidean dogma.
Unquestionably, contemporary physics is certainly regressive, reactionary, and retrograde.
We urgently need to trace the fourth vertical. This is not possible, however, as long as materialist scepticism reigns.
Any of the humanities of a distant future will be able to create cosmic spaceships capable of instantaneously crossing the speed of light barrier.
Such spaceships, wisely using the principles of a new fourth-dimensional physics, will travel into the fourth vertical at speeds higher than light speed. Then, the conquest of infinite space will be a concrete and definite fact.
Everyone knows that with supersonic aeroplanes, we have crossed the sound barrier. Nevertheless, proud and arrogant people of earth remain halted before the speed of light barrier.
The following statement is therefore needed here: Beyond the speed of light barrier (three hundred thousand kilometers per second) the fourth dimension is found.
From the above statement, we can infer that any magician traveling into the fourth coordinate with his physical body instantaneously breaks the barrier of the speed of light.
It was in Coatepec, Tula, the historic place, where the sixty old sorcerers of the powerful Moctezuma could instantaneously break the speed of light barrier with the assistance of the extraordinary Faustian Mephistopheles. They traveled throughout the fourth vertical to the sacred and eternal island beyond the seas of the North Pole — the true cradle of earthly humanity.
We must read, in The Secret Doctrine of H.P.B., all that relates to this first terrestrial continent, destined to last from the beginning to the end of humanity in the world.
In the sacred land of the Vedas, any authentic samyasin of the mind can instantly cross the speed of light barrier in order to travel through the unknown dimension, like Francis of Assisi did.
We solemnly state with absolute certainty that when an esotericist applies a samyasin to the physical body, he immediately crosses the barrier of the speed of light.
Any real samyasin has basically three components:
- Perfect concentration of the conscious will
- Total meditation
- Ecstasy, entrancement, mystical joy, supreme adoration
It goes without saying, in this Christmas Message 1974- 1975, that patience is the ladder of the Gnostics and humility is the gate of their garden.
Unquestionably, some Gnostic ascetics will have to work for years in order to achieve the full development of the cardia. The latter will make them proficient in Jinns science.
The shining feature of the inner particle that allows this prodigy is properly represented by the shape of an axe, the symbol of the thunderbolt that the Tiger-man of Aztec Mexico frequently uses.
The humanized tiger, Xolotl-Lucifer, becomes a concrete reality, not only in the Mexico before Cortez, but in all of Mesoamerica. Converted in a man, we find him in Teotihuacan; he lifts his heroic arms in a liturgical gesture, or he walks in the feline manner that characterizes him.
Unquestionably, the Tiger-Knights of Aztec Mexico, apart from being hardened warriors, were extraordinary athletes of the Jinns science.
It is no exaggeration to emphatically state that those notable men of Anahuac knew how to intelligently combine the three elements of the samyasin with the mighty feline power of the Nahua Lucifer.
Lying down on tiger furs, imitating the sacred posture of a resting jaguar in a light sleep, those distinguished men knew how to consciously combine will power and imagination in perfect harmony.
Integrating efforts of supreme mental concentration and total meditation, they deliberately took — using their creative imagination — the feline aspect of the jaguar, Xolotl Mephistopheles.
To develop, operate and walk with that terrifying shape in total ecstasy and mystical joy, was in no way impossible for those distinguished lords of the sacred land of Anahuac.
Any time those notable hermits arose from their hard beds, to walk as tigers and to disappear into the fourth co-ordinate, they uttered the following ritual phrase:
“We belong to each other….” “The gun powder when triggered in the harquibus, explodes with a great sound; in the same way the heart is embraced by divine love.”
Like an industrious monk scrutinizing old chronicles in his cell, I hail to corroborate a lot of these details of the ancient science.
Legend centuries old says — and this is known by human and divine beings — that those exotic, legendary and strange tigers caine back to their gentle and human shape in front of the threshold of Chapultepec’s temple (now in Jinns state).
We could not continue these paragraphs without mentioning Ovid’s wonderful Metamorphoses. These were superlative mystical spells that learned ignoramuses of this fatal Kali-Yuga age (current times) reject with tremendous arrogance.
Undoubtedly, Philip, the apostle of Jesus the great kabir, is the patron saint of all of these Jinns phenomena.
It is said that he then went to Azotus, and upon passing through, he announced the Gospel in all the cities until he reached Caesarea.
Any sincere Gnostic arhart can beseech the magical assistance of the great apostle Philip.
With profound love for Philip, when you are drowsy, meditate upon him. Clear your mind of any other thoughts, and when you feel the joy of his presence in your soul, you will utter the following ritual phrase: “To heaven, Philip!” Leave your bedroom with a firm and confident step, and in that instant, break into the unknown dimension.
In the name of the Great Cause, I solemnly state that I owe the extraordinary formula cited above to a divine spirit whose name is Is-Abel. Her human personality is one of a barefooted, humble nun from an ancient medieval monastery, which is now found immersed in the fourth vertical.
May the suns of enthusiasm light your path, dear and loving reader May the forces of the tiger accompany you
May the fire beetles of wisdom illuminate your intellect May the sonorous picr give shade to your rest
May the emerald frogs point you the way in their restless croaking May she, Nature, be prodigal with you
May the Universal Force bless and guide you.
Samael Aun Weor