The Seventh Labour of Hercules, the Solar Hero, is the capture of the Mares of Diomedes, son of Mars and king of the warlike country of the Bistons, that used to kill and eat the shipwrecked that reached those shores.
Hercules and his companions managed to get hold of those beasts only after a ferocious combat with the Bistons—who had come with Diomedes to defend their possessions—, who they defeated, the king being left as food for the man-eating females.
In the Hells of Saturn I had to capture and destroy the Mares of Diomedes, infrahuman elements full of passion deeply submerged into my own unconscious depths…
Symbolic beasts next to the spermatic waters of the first instant, always ready to devour the failures…
At that time of my actual existence I was unceasingly attacked in the gloomy Tartarus…
The adepts of the Atlantean magic decided to fight me with unprecedented ferocity and I had to defend myself powerfully…
Adorable nubile ladies, exquisitely dangerous and malignant beauties, besieged me everywhere…
Unquestionably in the Saturnine Hells we experience, live and re-live, the Atlantean terrors…
“Hercules—as Aelianus (“Several Stories”, book V, C.3) says— cleansed the Earth and the seas from a whole genre of monstrosities, if not of monsters, defeating the necromancer Briareus, the one with the hundred arms, in one of his famous labours or triumphs over the atlantean magic that had taken over the whole Earth”.
Hercules, the true aryan Krishna of the Mahabharata, having the presentiment of the final Atlantean catastrophe that was coming, and with it the disappearance of the Divine Garden of the Hesperides, transplanted wherever he went, that is to the whole of the Punjab, Asia Minor, Syria, Egypt, Greece, Italy, Germany, the British Isles, Spain, Mauritania, and even America, under the name of Quetzalcoatl (the Luminous White Serpent), the symbolic Initiatory Tree that would save all these countries from the catastrophes.
However, it is written: ” You may freely to eat of every tree of the garden; but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day when you eat of it you shall die25”.
As Hercules taught, it is indispensable to get intoxicated with the delicious fragrance of the forbidden fruit…
Within sight of the barrier of the ocean, impassable for man, Hercules, full of titanic defiance, stretched his bow against the Sun, as if to hurt it so as to stop it in its swift race beyond the sea in which it was going to hide and to where he could not
follow; but the god Apollo ordered him to be quiet and stay patient (because only with infinite patience the Magnus Opus, the Great Work can be carried out) and in recompense for this behaviour he gave him a Golden Cup, the Holy Grail, glowing eternal symbol of the feminine uterus or yoni.
It is unquestionable that the Arrow of Hercules is nothing but the Magnes Stone, the Phallus or Lance of Longinus, with which the Roman Centurion wounded the side of the Lord, the same Holy Pike by means of whose secret power Parsifal healed the wound on the side of Amfortas…
By means of the miraculous powers of these venerable relics, I defeated in bloody battles the king of the Bistons, the Knights of the Black Grail, Klingsor, the animal Ego…
When the Saturnine work in the abode of Pluto was finished, I was then transported in the eidolon to the Solar Land of the Hyperboreans…
This is the island of Avalon, the magic Jinn region where the Holy Gods live…
Sublime island of Apollo, firm ground in the middle of the Ocean of the Great Life free in its movement…
Ah! If Emperor Frederick in the Middle Ages had fulfilled in himself the Mystery of the Grail, the Hyperborean Mystery… It is indubitable that then the dry tree of the Empire would have flourished again in a splendid manner… It is clear that the Kingdom of the Grail would have reappeared, marvellous, in the same Sacred Roman Empire…
“The Path of Life is formed with the footprints of the hooves of the horse of Death…”
It is not possible to fulfil in oneself the Hyperborean Mystery without having been judged in the immense Hall of the Truth-Justice…
It is not possible to fulfil inside oneself the Mystery of the Grail without having weighed beforehand the heart of the deceased on the plate of the Balance carried by the Truth-Justice…
The Intimate Self-Realisation of Being is not possible without having been declared “dead” in the Hall of the Truth-Justice…
The legend of centuries says that many Initiates travelled in the past to the country of Prester John—the Solar Land—to receive a certain magic esoteric consecration of a very special kind…
These Brothers of the Order of St John in the Island of the Solar Apollo are indeed “dead”…
It is not strange, then, that I also had to travel to the Land of Light or Solar Land.
In the glorious vestibule of the saturnine Sancta, before the Royal Beings, I had to sit down and answer certain questions. The Holy Gods took notes in a grand book…
At that mystical moment some remembrances came forth, in the full presence of my Cosmic Being…
Ah! I had been there before, and in the same holy place before the venerable Thrones, many millions of years ago, in the epoch of the continent Mu or Lemuria…
Now I was returning victorious after having suffered much. Oh my God!
Having fulfilled the essential esoteric requirements, I left the vestibule and entered the Temple…
Unquestionably the Temple of Saturn in the Solar Land, Jinn land, of the northern regions, was full of intense darkness…
It is a fact that the Sun and Saturn alternate their work in the government of the world…
And I saw Thrones. And they sat down… The Angels of Death went back and forth, here and there…
Divine people arrived at the temple. They came from several places in the enchanted Island situated at the end of the world…
“Thule ultima a Sole nome habens”. Ajryanem-Vaejo, the northern country of the ancient Persians, where the palace of King Arthur is magically located like the Mitgard, the shining sacrosanct abode of the Aces, the Ineffable Lords of the North…
“Oh, Maat! Here I am, arriving before you! Let me contemplate your shining beauty! Look, my arm is raised at your sacrosanct name!
Oh, Truth-Justice, listen! I arrive at the places where the trees do not grow, where the soil does not allow the plants to spring up…”
The skeletal figure of the God of Death, on the dais of the Sanctuary, weighed my heart in the Balance of Cosmic Justice, before the Divine Humanity…
That Verb of Potency declared me “dead” before the shining beings dressed in the glorious bodies of Kam-Ur…
On the stage of the Sanctuary a symbolic coffin could be seen, inside which my corpse had appeared…
In this manner I returned to the Heaven of Saturn, the Paranirvana, the abode of the Thrones…
In this manner I regained that hierarchic status that I had lost a long time ago, when I committed the serious error of eating from the Golden Apples of the Garden of the Hesperides…
Later on I went through the Death Ceremony: when I returned home I found something unusual…
I saw funeral posters on the walls of my house, announcing my death and inviting to my burial…
When I crossed the threshold I found with mystical surprise a very beautiful white coffin…
It is clear that inside that funeral box was my body, totally cold and inert… Many relatives and mourners cried and wept bitterly around that coffin… Delicious flowers perfumed with their scent the ambience of that room…
I approached my mother, who at that time was drying her tears with a handkerchief…
I kissed her hands with infinite love and said: “I thank you, oh, mother! for the physical body you have given me. This vehicle has been very helpful, and it certainly is a marvellous instrument, but everything in life has a beginning and an end…”
When I left that planetary abode, I happily decided to float inside the aura of the Universe…
I saw myself become a child, with no Ego, devoid of the subjective elements of perception…
My small infant shoes did not look very pretty to me. For a moment I wanted to take them off, but then I told myself, He will dress me up as he wishes…
In the absence of the mortifying intellect, which makes nobody happy, only the most pure sentiment existed in me…
And when I remembered my old father and my brother Germán, I told myself:
“They are already dead…”
And at the moment of remembering all those suffering people that I was leaving in the painful valley of Samsara, I said: “Family? Which one? I have no family…”
Feeling absolutely discarnate, I left with the intention of arriving at a remote place where I should help others…
At such a moment of mystical enchantment, I told myself: I will not take a physical body again for a long time…
Later on I felt that the Silver Cord, the famous Antakarana, the Thread of Life, had not yet been broken. Then I had to return to the physical body to continue with the hard struggle of every moment…
Samael Aun Weor
