It is unquestionable that for Richard Wagner, as it is generally in all Christian countries, the Grail is the Sacred Vessel from which the Lord of Perfection drank in his last supper, the Divine Goblet that received his real blood spilled from the Cross in the Mount of the Skulls and devoutly gathered by the roman senator Joseph of Arimathea.
The Great Chalice was owned by the patriarch Abraham. Melchisedek, the planetary Spirit of our world, transported it with infinite love to the land of Semiramis, in the country of Canaan, where he started some foundations in the place in which Jerusalem, the city beloved by the prophets, would stand later on. He used it wisely when he celebrated the sacrifice in which he offered the bread and the wine of the transubstantiation in the presence of Abraham, and he left it to this Master. This Holy Vessel was also in Noah’s Ark.
We have been told that this Venerated Vessel was also taken to the sacred land of the pharaohs, the sun drenched land of Kem, and that Moses, the leader of the Jewish Mysteries, the Great Hierophant, possessed it…
Very ancient millennial traditions lost in the frightening night of the ages, say that this Magical Vessel is made out of a singular material, as compact as that of a bell, and that it does not seem to have been worked on as metals are; it appears rather to be the product of a kind of vegetation…
The Holy Grail is the miraculous chalice of the supreme libation, the cup where the Manna that fed the Israelites in the desert is contained, the yoni, the uterus of the Eternal Feminine…
The exquisite Wine of transcendental spirituality is contained in that vessel of delight…
The conquest of the Ultra-Mare-Vitae or superliminal and ultraterrestrial world, the esoteric Resurrection, would be somewhat more than impossible without Sexual Magic, without women, without Love…
The delicious Verb of Isis comes out from the depths of all ages, waiting for the moment to be fulfilled…
The ineffable words of the goddess Neith has been carved in golden letters on the shining walls of the Temple of Wisdom…
“I am the one who has been, is and will be and no mortal has lifted my veil”.
The primitive religion of Jano or Jaino, that is, the golden, solar and superhuman doctrine of the Jinn, is absolutely sexual…
In the ineffable mystical idyll, commonly called “the delights of Good Friday”, we feel in the depth of our heart that there is in the sexual organs, a force that is terrifyingly divine…
The Stone of Light, the Holy Grail, has the power to resuscitate Hiram Abif, the Secret Master, the Sun King, inside ourselves, here and now…
The Grail preserves the character of a “misterium tremendum”. It is the stone fallen from the crown of Lucifer…
As a frightening force, the Grail wounds and destroys the curious and the impure, but it defends and gives life to the just and the sincere…
Unquestionably the Grail can only be obtained by means of the Lance of Eros, fighting against the eternal enemies of the night…
It is only possible to fulfil in oneself the Hyperborean Mystery by descending into the infernal worlds…
This Resurrection is the true apotheosis or exaltation of what there is of most high and alive in man: his Divine Monad, eternal and immortal but that was dead, hidden…
Undoubtedly the Monad is, in itself, the Verb, the luminous and spermatic fiat of the first moment, the Lord Shiva, the sublime Husband of our Divine Mother Kundalini, the Arch Hierophant and Arch Magus, the particular super-individuality of each other…
It is written with characters of fire in the Book of Life:
“To who already knows, the word gives power. Nobody has pronounced it, nobody will pronounce it, but only that one who has it incarnated…”
We reach the perfection in the mastery with the Resurrection of the Secret Master in each of us… Then every one of our stains is washed away from us and the original sin is radically eliminated…
I worked intensively in the super-darkness of silence and the august secret of the wise men…
I submerged myself in the Sacred Mysteries of Minna, the frightful darkness of a Love that is the twin brother of Death.
I reclaimed my place in the First Heaven (Lunar), where Dante had the vision of the blessed and ecstatically recognized Piccarda Donati and the empress Constance…
I returned to my place in the Second Heaven (of Mercury), abode of the Active and Beneficial Spirits…
I went back to the Third Heaven (of Venus), region of the Loving Spirits, where Dante was engaged with Robert, the king of Naples…
I returned to the Fourth Heaven (Solar Heaven), abode of the Wise Spirits, in which chapter Dante cites St Francis of Assisi…
I reconquered the Fifth Heaven (of Mars), region of the Martyrs of the Faith, the chapter in which Dante mentions Cacciaguida and her elders, the old and the new Florence…
I returned to the Sixth Heaven (of Jupiter), region of the Wise and Just Princes…
I went back to the Seventh Heaven (of Saturn), exquisite abode of the Contemplative Spirits, a magnificent chapter where the Florentine Dante mentions with great emphasis Peter Danian and spoke against the luxury of the priests…
I returned to the Eighth Heaven (or Starry Heaven), region of Uranus, immortal paragraphs where Dante mentions the triumph of the Intimate Christ and of the Coronation of the Divine Mother Kundalini, paradise of the Triumphant Spirits…
I returned to the Ninth Heaven (or Crystalline Heaven), the region of Neptune, extraordinary chapter in which Dante cast his invective against the bad preachers…
Later on I had to appear before the Third Logos, Shiva, my Real Being, my own super-individuality, Samael in him…
Then the Blessed One assumed a different figure, different from mine, as if he were a stranger; he had the aspect of a very respectable gentleman…
The Venerable asked me to make a chiromantic study of the lines of his hand…
The line of Saturn on his omnipotent right hand appeared to be very straight— amazing, marvellous; however, in some places it appeared to be interrupted, damaged, broken.
—Lord! You have had many struggles, sufferings…
—You are mistaken, I am a very lucky man, everything always goes very well for me…
—Well… the point is that I see a small damage in the line of Saturn…
—Measure that line in a correct way: At what age do you see the damage?
—Lord! Between the ages of fifty-three (53) and sixty-one (61) you had a hard time…
—Ah! That is at the beginning… but afterwards, what?
—Eight years go by very quickly and then… the triumph that awaits you…
Finished this study, the Venerable stood up and said:
“I like those chiromantic studies, but sporadically. My wife (Devi Kundalini) also likes them and I will soon bring her. Ah! now I have to pay you for your work. Wait for me here that I will come back to pay you…”
The Blessed One went away and I stayed waiting for him. . In the far distance I saw two of my daughters, now grown-ups; however, they still appeared to be small. I got a bit worried about them, and started to call them…
It is indubitable that in that epoch of my actual existence I had the above- mentioned fifty-three (53) years of age… In the hand of the Blessed One I had seen my own future…
Evidently the Eight Initiations that had been received must be accredited; very hard work: a year for each Initiation…
To live now in eight years the whole of the “Book of the Patriarch Job”, to pay the tithe of Neptune before the Resurrection…
“The Book of Job is a complete representation of the ancient Initiation and of the people that preceded this great ceremony.
The neophyte, in this book he sees himself dispossessed of everything, even of his children, and affected by an impure illness.
His wife distresses him, mocking the confidence he puts in a god that treats him in such a way, and his three friends Eliphaz, Bildad, Zophar, torment him judging him to be impious, surely meriting such a punishment”…
“Job, then, cried out for a champion, a liberator, because he knows that this one (Shiva) is eternal and is going to redeem him from the slavery of the earth (by means of the intimate Resurrection), repairing his skin.
Job, by divine permission, sees himself tormented, dispossessed, ill, under the cruel action of those malignant beings that Aristotle called “the black birds”; St Paul, “the cruel powers of the air”; the Church, “the demons”; Theosophy and the Kabbala, “the elementals”, etc., etc., etc….
However, as Job is just and sings the theme of his own justification faced with such rigours of destiny, he wins at last with the Sacred IT of his Crucifixion in the lacerated flesh, and Jehova (the interior Iod-Heve of each one) allows the healing angels, or Jinn, to treat him; their classic leader as found in other books such as the book of Tobias, is the archangel Raphael”.
One night, after a cosmic party that was given in my honour because I had been qualified in the First Initiation, I was properly instructed…
—You will have to pay for the crime of having assassinated the god Mercury I was told…
—Forgive me this karma…
—This cannot be forgiven and can only be paid for by working with the Moon…
I then saw how the Moon will approach the planet Mercury more and more at each labour, until blending at last with it…
My Intimate Real Being, the god Mercury, Shiva, my Monad, approaching me said: “You have to use the boots of the god Mercury”. Later on he put these boots on me…
That moment when the Great Hierophant of the Temple showed me a sporting ground was for me sensational, extraordinary…
“Look!—he told me , you have converted the Temple of Mercury into a sporting ground. ”.
Certainly we all assassinate Hiram (the god Mercury, our Monad) when we eat from the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden. This is why we were warned: “If you eat from that fruit you will die”.
Later on the Path became frightfully difficult and I had to suffer intensely…
It is obvious that the Path of the Razor’s Edge is absolutely sexual. You know it…
“My son!, you have to suffer patiently the consequences of your errors”, said my Divine Mother Kundalini…
Another night, full of pain my Mother shouts in a great voice, saying:
—My son!, you have replaced me in the physical world with other women…
—That was in the past, my Mother. Now I am not replacing you with anybody…
—You have replaced me with other women.
—The past is past, what is interesting is the present. I live from instant to instant, it is wrong for me to argue with you…
—Past, present or future, you are the same one…
— You are right, my Mother…
How could I deny, then, that I had converted the Temple of Mercury into a sporting ground?
And it happened that having gone on holiday to the port of Acapulco in the Pacific coast of Mexico, I had to be instructed on the stigmatization of the astral body…
Outside of the physical body, a holy monk, a hermit, tried to pierce the palm of my hands with the purpose of stigmatizing me. At the time when that monk hit the nail to perforate my hands, divine rays burst up..
At that moment I prayed to my Father who is in secret, asking for help. The prayer reached the Lord…
It is unquestionable that I had received such stigmata during the Initiation, but in a symbolic form…
During the Mountain of Resurrection I had to give them shape, make them in the Forge of the Cyclops…
The anchorite lead me to the Gnostic Church; Shiva, my Divine Monad, came with us…
Inside the Temple I saw a religious androgyne, dressed in the purple tunic, next to the font of Baptism…
—He is very strong and responds very well, but he should fulfil in a better way the Sacrament of the Church of Rome (Love)…—said the Mahatma addressing my Monad…
Since then I understood the need to refine even more the creative energy. In this way I made a form of prayer out of the Maithuna…
The insertion of the vertical phallus inside the formal uterus, makes a cross.
Unquestionably the five Christic stigmata in the astral body form a Holy Cross…
The Resurrection is not possible without having previously formed the stigmata of the Adorable in the astral body…
Thus I formed my stigmata, thus the mystics of all ages have formed theirs… INRI… “Ignis Natura Renovatur Integram”:
Fire renews Nature unceasingly
