I believed that after the Chemical Wedding with my Spiritual Soul I would enter fully into a paradisiacal Honeymoon. I did not remotely suspect that among the submerged dens of the human subconscious would be hiding the left-hand and sinister Mara of the Buddhist Gospel, the famous Dragon of Darkness cited in “The Apocalypse” by St John, the father of the Three Traitors.
Gigantic abysmal monster of seven infrahuman heads, always personifying the seven deadly sins: Anger, Greed, Lust, Envy, Pride, Sloth and Gluttony…
And the beast roared dreadfully like a lion, and the Powers of darkness shuddered with horror…
Only by means of the sexual transcendent electricity in full Sexual Magic it is possible to reduce to cosmic dust that horrible abysmal monstrosity…
Luckily I could make maximum use of the coitus reservatus to direct my pleadings to Devi Kundalini, the Igneous Serpent of our magic powers.
The monster holds the frightful lance in his left hand; three times he tries in vain to hurt me. Desperate he throws the hard spear at me. My Divine Mother Kundalini intervenes and gets hold of the singular relic and with it she mortally wounds the Red Dragon…
Mara, the horrible infernal beast, loses then his gigantic size, gets smaller bit by bit, is reduced finally to a mathematical point and disappears for ever from the sinister cavern…
Later on, that fraction of my consciousness that was engaged before with the abominable monster, returns, comes back to me…
The secrets of the old abyss are terrible; it is a sombre and limitless ocean, where the Primogenital Night and the Chaos, grandparents of Nature, keep a perpetual anarchy in the middle of the rumor of eternal wars, sustained with the help of confusion…
The heat, the cold, the humidity, the drought, those four terrible champions, fight there for superiority and lead to combat their embryonic atoms which, grouping around the ensign of their legions and gathered together in different tribes, armed either in a light or a heavy manner, sharp or rounded, fast or slow, swarm as innumerable as the sands of the Barca or of the blazing beach of Cyrene, pulled along to take part in the struggle of the winds and to serve as ballast to their rapid wings…
The atom to which adheres the highest number of atoms dominates for a moment. The Chaos governs as an arbiter, and its decisions augment the disorder even more, the device by which it reigns. After it, it is clear that in those infernal worlds chance governs everything…
Before that wild abyss, cradle and grave of Nature, before that cavern that is neither sea nor land, nor air or fire, but is formed by all those elements that, mixed in utter confusion in their fertile causes, must always fight in the same way, unless the Creator Demiurge disposes of his black materials to form new worlds. Before that barbarous Tartarus, the Dragon of Darkness exhaled his last breath…
It is easy to descend to the infernal worlds, not so easy to return. There is the hard work! There the difficult test!
Some sublime heroes, in fact just a few, have managed the triumphal return. Impenetrable forests separate the Avern from the World of Light, and the waters of the pallid river, the Cocytus, mark out labyrinthine convolutions in that darkness, whose image makes one tremble…
Samael Aun Weor
