The Second Labour of Hercules is to happen now, transcendental and transcendent: the destruction of the Hydra of Lerna, symbolic monster of immortal origin, endowed with nine threatening heads that regenerate themselves each time they are destroyed, threatening the hordes as well as the harvest.
Hard struggle in which the Solar Hero is accompanied by Yolao, his driver and inspirator, whose notable role is very similar to that of Sri Krishna in his relationship to Arjuna. (See “The Bhagavad Gita”—The Song of the Lord).
Even though this magnificent task can be interpreted as work of improvement on a marshy delta such as that of the sacred Nile, this many-sided Hydra is also an allegorical image clearly personifying the mind together with all its psychological defects.
As a constellation, such a symbolic Hydra has its fore part between Leo and Cancer, extending towards the south as far as the shining feet of Virgo.
With burning coal, Yolao burns the heads that are reborn in place of those that Hercules crushes with his maze, after which, the hero having cut off the immortal head, extraordinary symbol of authentic Love, he hides it under a rock that obviously takes on the role of the Philosophers’ Stone of his life, regenerated and exquisite in its spiritual way.
It is written with characters of fire in the Book of Life:
“He who wants to ascend must first descend”. “Each exaltation is always preceded by a terrible humiliation”.
Unquestionably I yearned truly and with the whole strength of my Soul, to ascend to the Heaven of Mercury, the Devachan of the Hindustani, the superior mental world, the abode of the Archangels. However, before this it was indispensable to descend to the Hells of the Mind to destroy there the Hydra of Lerna.
Those psychological defects of many-sided structure that in the Lunar Hells had been reduced to cosmic dust, continued to exist like the abominable heads of the fatal Hydra, in the diverse folds of the mind.
Horrifying animal-like creatures, abysmal revolting abortions, clearly personified each of my own psychological defects.
One can have the luxury of understanding every psychological error, without having actually captured its deep meaning…
Unquestionably we need with maximum urgency not only to understand but also to capture the deep meaning of that which we want to eliminate.
It is only possible to eliminate the heads (psychological defects) of the Hydra of Lerna by means of the transcendent sexual electricity, during the Sahaja Maithuna in the Forge of the Cyclops.
Since the metaphysical copulation in the Ninth Sphere is a form of prayer, I begged at that time to Devi Kundalini…
Goethe, the great German initiate, worshipping his Divine Mother Kundalini, cried in full ecstasy:
“Virgin pure in heavenly sheen, Mother throned supernal,
highest birth, our chosen Queen, Godhead’s peer eternal.”
Yearning to die in himself here and now, during the chemical coitus, that great poet said:
“Arrows pierce me, lances conquer me; maces hurt me.
Everything should disappear, everything should vanish.
Let the perennial Star shine, the focus of eternal Love…”
Unquestionably I always proceeded in a very similar manner, and the Hydra of Lerna, little by little, slowly, started to lose each of its abominable heads…
On a certain occasion, finding myself in a monastery in the oriental Tibet, I had the idea of telling my Divine Mother Kundalini the following:
“You and I talk and appear to be two different persons; however, we are the same Being”.
It is not too much to assert emphatically that the answer was certainly extraordinary:
“Yes, my son! You and I are the same Being, but a derivative”.
In the name of the Truth I frankly confess that without the immediate help of my adorable Divine Mother, there is no way in which I would have been able to radically eliminate the Hydra of Lerna… (My psychological defects in the intellectual subconscious).
“Before the golden flame can burn with a serene light, the lamp must be well taken care of in a place free from the wind. The worldly thoughts must fall down dead at the doors of the Temple”.
“The mind, a slave of the senses, transforms the Soul into an invalid, like the boat that the wind leads astray on the waters”.
When the Sun of Midnight shone victorious in the spiritual firmament, I returned to the angelic state that I had lost in days of old, and entered happily into the Heaven of Mercury.
Samael Aun Weor
