The Great Individual Work takes place in the zodiacal dominion of the Titanic Potencies…
The Twelve Labours of Hercules, prototype of the authentic man, indicate, signal the secret way that will lead us to the grades of Perfect Master and Great Elected one…
First of all, comes the capture and death of the Lion of Nemea, the force of instincts and uncontrolled passions that devastates and devours everything…
In a state of ecstasy I was taken conscious to the lunar world (or astral world), then I was given advise with infinite wisdom…
My Soul was shaken to its most intimate depths when it found there the Ancient of the Temple of the twice born. Our beloved Rector, the Sacred Ancient, certainly appears to have all the characteristics of a lemon, but it is clear that he irradiates infinite Love…
I understood that to have the right to ascend to the Lunar Heaven (superior astral), I first had to descend to the Lunar Hell (inferior astral) and bravely confront the Three Furies…
At this moment in which I am writing these lines, it comes to my memory that initiatory passage in which Ginés de Lara, led by his Master, astonished contemplates the steely waters of the lake…
—Look here now! —Said the Mahatma…
And Ginés looked, as with a gigantic telescope, at the inhabitants of the near side of the Moon, unhappy, unlucky beings, about whose nature and origin a great mystery is made by “those who know everything”.
And he saw afterwards something even more marvellous: the secret of the other side of the satellite, that is of the hemisphere always turned away, from which the
miserable Earth is never seen, and a place where some mystics have wanted to locate therefore the Paradise of Enoch and Elias, the two Jinn of the Hebraic people…
Let us continue, after this small digression, with the subject of the present chapter.
When I wanted to climb the symbolic Jacob’s Ladder, the Sacred Ancient of the Temple pulled from the tree of Knowledge—or Tree of the Science of Good and Evil—a delicious branch and gave it to me to smell. That fragrance was certainly nirvanic. “Always smell this branch so that you can climb”, thus were the words of the Adept…
Unquestionably we must practice the Sahaja-Maithuna, to breathe in the delicious fragrance of the forbidden fruit, but not eat it: that is the Law…
In the abyss of Selene I started my work by disintegrating Judas, the Demon of Lust…
It should be mentioned now that thanks to the direct help of my Divine Mother Kundalini, the horrible Demon of Lust was reduced to ashes…
Somewhat later on I had to continue my work with the restless Demon of the Mind, who so much bitterness brings to us, the abominable Pilate of all times…
Annihilation! Terrible word… This was the final catastrophe of the fatal Pilate that tormented me…
Later on I continued my work in the abyss, attacking Caiaphas, the Demon of Ill Will, the most detestable of the three classical Furies in the interior of each of us…
The Third Fury certainly died after receiving several lance thrusts in the body… None equalled her horrible appearance; none had in her hair as many snakes; her own sisters were afraid of her. This unhappy Fury had in her hands all the poisons of Hell…
I could verify with surprising clarity the whole of the death process of the Three Furies…
It is unquestionable that they went through all the magic transformations chanted by Ovid…
If at the beginning they were gigantic and horrible, like the monster Polyphemus of the wicked country, who ate the companions of Ulysses, afterwards, some moments before the sovereign Parca arrived, they already had the aspect of newborn children…
Those abominable shadows, those three traitors I carried inside, luckily died…
Oh, my God! What will happen to me without the help of my Divine Mother Kundalini?
I invoked my Mother from the depth of the abyss, and She gripped the Lance of Eros…
Samael Aun Weor
