The legend of countless centuries says that Aeneas—the self-satisfied Trojan— sat down with king Evander and the venerable senators at the table of the banquet.
“The slaves served all kinds of dishes and poured the sweet wine, and when the desire for food and drink had been satisfied, king Evander explained to his guest that the ceremony in honour of Hercules, whose celebration had just been finished when they arrived, was no superstition, but a ritual that was owed to the god because nearby was the place of one of his greatest feats (the eighth): the cavern where he killed the thief Cacus.
One could see nearby an enormous rampart covered in stones that appeared to have been thrown down by an earthquake. Beneath them was the opening that lead to the cavern where Cacus took refuge and where the son of Jupiter cornered him, throwing stones and logs as a punishment for having tried to steal his herds.
After this explanation by king Evander, a choir of adolescents intoned a eulogy of Hercules and his great feats. It enumerated all his labours: how he strangled the Hydra of Lerna, how he killed the Lion of Nemea and how he fetched up Cerberus, the hound from hell, from the darkness to the light… (The sexual instinct that must guide us until the final liberation).
Once the songs and ceremonies were finished, the old king, walking slowly due to his age, made for the city of Pallanteum, where he had his throne, and walked supported by two young men: his son Pallas and Aeneas.
While the three were walking, they amused themselves by conversing, and the king explained to Aeneas that the name of Latium, the place where the city was, came from ancient times when Chronos, the father of Jupiter, took refuge there to escape from the enemies who defended the cause of his son once he had overthrown him.
Then the Age of Gold started, followed by the Age of Iron, where the anger of war and the frenzy to possess predominated.
The country started to be invaded by people of different origins. Walking, Evander showed Aeneas the forest and the locations where in the future the heroic deeds of the new Rome would take place; the place where the impetuous Romulus would carry out his feats; the Capitol, now a square covered in gold and marbles, then a clearing in the forest full of weeds and brambles; and the Tarpeian rock, from where the roman justice casts down the traitors to the fatherland.
Scattered ruins showed monuments from other ages, and some stones lifted by Janus and others by Saturn gave their name to two places: Januculum and Saturnia”.
The Aeneid
This is taken from “The Aeneid” by Virgil, the poet from Mantua, the good Master of the Florentine Dante…
Jesus, the Great Kabir, was crucified between two thieves, one to his right and the other to his left…
Agatus, the good thief inside us, steals the Sexual Hydrogen Si-12 of the creative organs with the evident objective of crystallising the Holy Ghost, the Great Comforter inside ourselves, here and now…
Cacus, the evil thief, hidden inside the dark cave of the human infraconsciousness, steals, treacherously, the sexual centre of the organism for the satisfaction of brutal animal passions…
The cross is a surprising, marvellous and formidable sexual symbol. The vertical pole is masculine; the horizontal, feminine. In the crossing of both members lies the key to all power…
The black lingam, inserted into the feminine yoni, forms a cross. This is well known by divines and by humans…
We can and must assert as a corollary the following postulate:
“Agatus and Cacus, crucified in the Mount of the Skulls, at the left and right of the Great Kabir, emphatically allegorise the white and the black tantrism, the good and evil Sexual Magic…”
The Bible, from the Genesis to the Apocalypse, is nothing but a series of historic annals of the great struggle between the henchmen of Agatus and Cacus, between White and Black Magic; between the Adepts of the Right Hand Path, the prophets, and those of the Left Hand path, the Levites…
In the Abyss of Uranus I had to reduce to cosmic dust the evil thief, the sinister Cacus, the same one who had previously stolen the sexual centre from my organic machine for the base satisfaction of animal passions…
When I entered the vestibule of the Sanctuary, I remembered to have been there before… In ancient times…
With the Eye of Shiva I saw in the future diverse tantric movements of Aquarius, among which the gnostic people stood out, whose flags waved victorious in all the countries of the World…
Unquestionably, Uranus, Aquarius, is one hundred per cent sexual, magic, revolutionary…
In this way I re-entered the Heaven of Uranus, the Mahaparanirvana, the abode of the Cherubims…
In this way I reconquered that brilliant state of consciousness that I had lost in days of old, when I fell defeated at the feet of the marvellous Eve of the Hebraic mythology…
Samael Aun Weor
