In the tropical slopes of the Sierra Nevada, near the Caribbean Sea, I had to recapitulate patiently the diverse initiatory esoteric processes of the Third, Fourth and Fifth Initiations of Fire.
I lived there in austerity with a certain group of select gnostic students, very far from the fuss of vain intellectualism…
Thankfully these honest and irreproachable anchorites had built for me a simple dwelling using wood from those forests…
I want to evoke now, at least for a moment, all those illustrious men, some of whom now excel as notable international missionaries…
From my old Mexican land I salute you, illustrious sons of the South American Sierra Nevada!
I wish also to include in my salutations your wives and children, and the children of your children…
How happy I was, staying in that refuge in the deep forest, far from wordily noise! I returned then to the elemental paradises of Nature, and the Princes of fire, air, water and the perfumed earth gave me their secrets…
One day, it does not matter which one, some of these people from Universal Gnosticism anxiously knocked on the door of my house to beg me to extinguish a fire.
The unceasing crackling of the igneous element advanced terribly across the thick plantation incinerating everything that it found in its path…
This horrendous conflagration threatened the fields and the huts. In vain trenches were dug, hoping to stop the triumphal progress of the fire.
The igneous element crossed over every ditch and gully, threatening all the surrounding fields and houses.
Obviously I had never been a fire-fighter or “smoke-eater” as these heroic public servants are kindly called…
However, I frankly confess that at that instant the fate of these gnostic brothers was in my hands. What to do?
I yearned to serve them in the best possible way and this was, without any doubt, one of my best opportunities…
It would have been absurd and ungrateful to deny such urgent assistance. Karma is paid not only for the evil one does, but also for the good that one does not do when one is able to do it.
Thus, I made up my mind to use magic. Getting closer to the titanic flare, I sat down next to it, and then I concentrated on the Intimate…
Secretly praying, I begged it to invoke Agni, the huge and illustrious god of Fire…
The Intimate answered my prayer and cried out in a tremendous voice like that of a roaring lion, calling Agni, and seven thunders repeated his voices…
Promptly he was at my side, the brilliant Lord of Fire, the shining Son of the Flame, the Omni-compassionate…
I felt him present in all of my Being and I begged him to dissipate this fire in the name of Universal Charity…
Undoubtedly, this blessed Lord of Perfection considered my demand to be justified and perfect…
In an unusual way a soft and perfumed breeze appeared from the blue mystery of the deep forest, and it diverted the path of those tongues of fire, and then the fire was completely put out.
Another day, when I was talking to the gnostic people, in a clearing in the deep of the forest, very near the huts, we were suddenly threatened by torrential rain.
Eagerly I concentrated upon the Intimate, praying intensely and asking it to invoke Paralda, the Elemental Spirit of the restless sylphs of the air.
That deva appeared, olympic, with the evident purpose of helping me. I took advantage of the magnificent opportunity being offered and I begged him to remove the stormy clouds from these surroundings…
Truly, the clouds actually positioned themselves above our heads in the shape of a circle, and then went away, before the astonished mystics of that corner of love…
At that time, the gnostic brothers travelled each week to the sandy beaches of that stormy place…
Litelantes asked those sincere penitents to bring us fish and even vegetables and fruit, that cannot be cultivated in the Sierra Nevada because of the ferocious hunger of the implacable ants.
Those involutionary creatures ate insatiably, flowers, fruits and vegetables, and nothing could stop them. Such is the whirlpool of the forest; this is well known by the divines and the humans. The nocturnal patrols of the ants are frightful…
The poisonous snakes, such as the dreadful Talla X and others known since classic times by the names of Cascabel, Coral and Manapá, thrived here, there and everywhere…
I still remember an old medicine man from the mountain, named Juan. This man lived with his wife in the deepest part of the forest…
Like a good Samaritan from the Old Testament, that man cured with his precious balsams the humble mountain people bitten by the vipers…
Unfortunately he hated snakes, and implacable and vindictive he killed them with no consideration whatsoever…
—Friend Juan—I told him one day—, you are in state of war against the vipers, and they are preparing to defend themselves. Let us see who wins the battle…
—I hate snakes…
—It would be better if you loved them. Remember that snakes are clairvoyant; the marvellous Zodiac shines in the astral aura of these creatures, and they know, by direct experience, who truly loves them and who detests them…
—I cannot love them… I feel that my body starts decomposing when I see them… I kill any snake that crosses my way…
—Oh, good old man! Twelve snakes have bitten you, and when the thirteenth hurts you, you will die…
Somewhat later on, near his lonely hut, the old man was bitten by a frightful snake that, coiled three and a half times, was waiting for him, hidden…
The prophecy was fulfilled: the old medicine man died with the Arcanum 13 of the Kabbala, and his friends could not find the poisonous snake…
The old medicine man always carried in his haversack some marvellous plants. Let us remember the five lady captains: Captain Solabasta, Captain Generala, Captain Silvadora, Captain Pujadora, and Captain Tongue of Deer.
Miraculous vegetables not classified by botany and only known in the Sierra Nevada, near the stormy waters of the Macuriba. Extraordinary plants by means of which the old medicine man of the lonely forest healed the victims of the snakes.
Indeed, the old man used them therapeutically in a very wise way, prescribing them, sometimes in an oral form, as teas or infusions, or in an external form, having the wound or wounds washed with the decoction of such vegetables.
The gnostic recluses of the Sierra Nevada never killed the dangerous vipers. They learned to love them sincerely…
As a consequence of this behaviour, they gained the confidence of the terrible snakes. Now, these poisonous serpents have become guardians of the Temple.
When these anchorites of the mountain wished to move the snakes away, they sang full of faith the following mantras:
OSI…OSOA…ASI…
Every time that those hermits wanted truly, magically, to charm the terrible snakes, they said the mysterious words:
OSI…OSOA…OSIAS…
No mystic from that mountain ever took the life of any snake! They learned to respect every existence…even though there are exceptions. Such is the case of the precious Rattlesnake…
Cancer
In the name of the Truth I want to establish in this book the following fact:
“The infallible cure for the fearful Cancer has been discovered, and can found in the serpent Rattlesnake!”
Formula of salvation: kill this animal, get rid of the rattles and head (those parts are not useful). Mince the useful meat until it is reduced to a fine powder. Put this substance into empty capsules that can be found in any pharmacy.
Dosage: take one capsule every hour.
Observation: continue the treatment until radical healing takes place.
Warning: the sick person must radically eliminate all medicines and limit himself exclusively to the treatment with the viper.
Hawks
At this moment come to mind wild reminiscences, recollections from the mountains, wild memories…
How those penitents suffered from the cruel birds of prey! The sharp eyed hawks laid waste the farmyards taking away in their claws the chickens and the hens…
I saw many times these bloodthirsty birds standing on the branches of the trees of the neighbourhood, lying in wait for their defenceless victims…
To eat and be eaten is the Law of the Eternal Autoegocratic Common Cosmic Trogo (the reciprocal feeding of all organisms).
Unquestionably, such a reciprocity, correspondence or mutuality, appears because of the active omni-present element Okidanokh.
Persecutions
How happily we lived in our huts in the lonely forest! Unluckily, new persecutions started…
Profane people from the neighbourhood villages began propagating various slanderous lies against me…
The gossiping of the ladies, the lies of the gentlemen, the deceits, assumed monstrous shapes and started a tempest…
In fact I became the central character of the drama, against whom all sparks, flashes, were thrown…
Things were going from bad to worse every day, and at last the accuser, the informer, appeared…
Having been alerted, the police looked for me everywhere with express orders to apply the law of flight.
Certainly I was not for these poor gendarmes a simple agitator in the style of Paul of Tarsus, but something worse: a sorcerer from the Avern coming straight from some mysterious witches’ Sabbath, a monster that must be jailed or killed…
On a starry night, finding myself in a state of ecstasy, I was visited by a Mahatma, who told me:
“A large contingent of armed people is looking for you; you must leave by a different road”.
I must emphasise the fact that I always know how to obey the orders of the Universal White Brotherhood…
Taking advantage of the silent night, I went down the mountain by a steep and difficult path. In the Plane, as the gnostic people called the coastal lands, away from the mountains, the Venerable Master Gargha Kuichines picked me up. He took me in his carriage to a beautiful city.
Samael Aun Weor
