It is difficult indeed to depict the enchantment, the inebriation of ecstasy, the communion of Saints in the nights of meditation. In one night such as that kind, the Patriarch Jacob, living reincarnation of the resplendent Angel Israel, while resting his head upon the Philosophical Stone, read within the astros the promise of an innumerable posterity, and he saw between heaven and earth the mysterious septenary ladder through which all the Elohim are ascending and descending.
To experience what is the Truth, the Reality, or ‘That’…is only possible when we are absent from the ‘I’.
On the day of the Lord, I was inspecting, searching, inquiring into the mysteries of my own hindermost hour. I saw and heard things which the profane and profaners are not allowed to comprehend. Then, I directly experienced the hindmost stage, the setting of the ‘I’, the catastrophical ending of ‘Myself.
Thus, I could live the crucifixion of the Intimate Christ and the descent into the Holy Sepulchre. The fight against Satan was terrible… Then, my Priestess wife sealed my sarcophagus with a big stone while sweetly smiling.., and from the Golgotha of the Father, lightning, thunder and terribly divine voices were heard.
All of this reminds me of the Rune Sig, which is the terrible lightning from the Central Sun.
SULU-SIGI-SIG is the secret name of the sacred frightful viper Kundalini.
Certainly, the star of five points is a constant repetition of the Rune Sig. This star resembles the trace of the zig-zag of lightning. In ancient times, human beings were trembling before the Pentalpha.
Within the archaic mysteries, SIG was the phallus, and through its way we return to the Maithuna (sex-yoga).
SIG is the SUN, and its letter is the ‘S’, whose sound when wisely prolonged is converted into the subtle voice, into that sweet and appeasable whistle which Elias heard in the wilderness.
The final Initiation is sealed with the lightning, with the Rune Sig, and amongst thunder and lightning these tremendous words are heard: “Father, into thy hands I commend my Spirit.”
The luminous flaming sword, which threateningly turns in every way in order to keep the way of the Tree of Life, has the dreadful figure of the Rune Sig, and it reminds us of the zig-zag of lightning.
“Woe unto the Samson of the Kabbalah if he permits himself to be put asleep by Delilah! The Hercules of science, who exchanges his royal sceptre for the distaff of Omphale, will soon experience the vengeance of Dejanira, and nothing will be left for him but the pyre of the Mount Oeta, in order to escape the devouring folds of the coal of Nessus.”
Unhappy is the one who permits himself to be seduced by the original She-Devil, the no- name woman, who is a rose of perdition from the infernal abyss.
Disgraceful is the Initiate who falls inebriated into the arms of the sanguinary Herodias, the Harpy Gundrigia, and one hundred women more.
Woe! Woe! Woe to those Initiates who succumb to the fiery kisses, not of the many women, but of that one woman of antonomasia, of that symbolic woman who does not try to grossly seduce with suggestions of the mere animal sensation, but with the most perfidious and delectable arts of subtle sentimentalism and romantic emotionalism.
Therefore, it would be better for these Initiates not to be born or that a millstone be hung about their necks, and that they be drowned in the depths of the sea.
Disgraceful are the ones who instead of rising towards the Golgotha of the Father and descending into the Holy Sepulchre, will be fulminated by the terrible lighting of the Cosmic Justice. They will lose their Flaming Sword and will descend into the kingdom of Pluto throughout the black path.
The anguished sleeplessness, the frightful jealousy which makes our existence bitter, the cruel distrust, the filthy vengeance with covered wounds, and the abominable hatred which distillates blood, are always tenebrously flying round about the throne of ebony of the King of the Infernal Worlds. There also we find the gnawing avarice which always mercilessly devours itself, and the disgusting rage which tears its flesh with its own hands.
To that end, we also find the lunatic arrogance which miserably ruins everything, the infamous treason which always defends itself and is always nourishing itself with innocent blood without enjoying the corrupted fruit of its perfidies. There also is the mortal venom of envy which destroys itself when incapable of destroying others, also the cruelty which is precipitated into the hopeless abyss, and the macabre and frightful visions, the horrifying phantoms of the condemned ones who are the fear of the living ones, those nightmarish monsters and the cruel sleeplessness which cause so much anguish.
All of these and other fatal images are gird around the horrifying forehead of the fierce Pluto and they fill his ominous palace.
Telemachus, the son of Ulysses, found millions of hypocritical Pharisees in the kingdom of Pluto, they are whitened sepulchres who always fake love towards religion, but who are filled with arrogance and pride.
By descending this Hero into more submerged regions, he found many parricides and matricides who were suffering frightful torments. He also found many wives who bathed their hands with the blood of their husbands; also traitors who betrayed their country and who violated all of their oaths. Nevertheless, even when appearing incredible, these traitors were suffering less punishment than the hypocrites and simoniacs.
Thus, this was the will of the three judges of the Infernal Worlds, since they say that these hypocrites and simoniacs are not content with being evil as the rest of the condemned ones, but moreover, they boast of themselves as being saints, and they mislead people with their false virtue. They place people far away from the path which leads towards the Truth.
The Holy Gods who have been impiously and hypocritically mocked by everybody in the world, and who have become negligible before all people, are now with all of their power avenging themselves from the insults which people have thus inflicted on them.
The terrible ray of the Cosmic Justice also precipitates into the abyss those fallen Bodhisattvas who never want to rise again. They are accused of three crimes: 1) To have assassinated the internal Buddha; 2) to have dishonoured the Gods; 3) Numerous other crimes.
Every Great Work, any judgment, is always sealed with the Rune Sig, with the Flaming Sword.
PRACTICE: You must seal all of your magical works, invocations, supplications, healing chains, etc., with the Rune Sig. The zig zag of lightning must be traced with your hand and your extended index finger, at the moment when you also sound the letter SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS as a prolonged sweet and affable whistle.
The Regency of this Rune is From June 22 to July 23
Samael Aun Weor
