After having solemnly narrated everything tha t happened in the past in those mysterious regions of the castle of Monsalvat, after the horrendous loss of the holy Lance, Gurnemanz, the voice of the past, the venerable Elder, continues expressing himself in the following words:
Before the ravished sanctuary, orphan from the sublime relic, in fervent prayer lay Amfortas, a sign of pardon he entreated:
The Grail was lighted by a very intense, dazzling and divine mystic radiance; a heavenly, holy vision then appeared to him and spoke, these words of mystic meaning shone before him: “Made wise through pity, the innocent chaste one, wait for him, THE ONE I CHOOSE.”
All of a sudden, oh Gods, the legends of the centuries state that from the lake are heard great scandalous shouts and cries from the Knights and Squires of the Holy Grail. From the side of the sacred lake, in the depth of the solitary forest, an ignorant boy who wandering around those shores, pointedly wounded with his bow a very beautiful swan, a perfect symbol of the Holy Spirit.
But… why so much agitation, tumult and disorder? Who has never wounded to death the Kala-Hamsa swan?
Who has never violated the sixth Commandment of the Law of God that states: Thou shalt not fornicate?
‘Whosoever is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone…”
Oh blessed, miraculous Hamsa, sexual force of the Third Logos, immortal Ibis, white dove of the Grail…!
The conquering of the ‘Ultra-Mare-Vitae’ or ‘Superliminal World’, and the ‘Ultra- Terrestrial’ is only possible with the initiatic stone (sex), within which the religion- synthesis, which was the primeval religion of humanity, the mystic wisdom of the Jinns or of Jano, is contained.
To eliminate sex? Oh no! No! No!… To overcome it? This is ostensible… To love is the best…
Let us now recite that beautiful poem of Amado Nervo that is entitled:
THE DAY WHEN THOU WILT LOVE ME
The day when thou wilt love me will have more light than June.
the night when thou wilt love me will have a full moon,
with notes of Beethoven vibrating in every ray
its ineffable poses,
will gather there more roses
than in the whole month of May.
A thousand crystalline springs will go about the hills
jumping around with singing.
Arpeggios never ever heard in the hidden groves, will resound the day when thou wilt love me, all the vernal seasons which were and shall be in the world, will be an ecstasy on thine eyes, when thou lovest me.
Displaying candid dewdrops, as blonde little sisters holding hands, will go the marguerites through mounts and prairies.
in front of thy steps, the day when thou wilt love me…
And if thou strippest one, its white petal innocently will tell thee its hindmost: Passionately!
Four oracle leaves will have all the trefoil flowers.
the day when thou wilt love me, at the dawning in the bowers, and in the ewer, nests of unknowable buds, incipient flowers, shall blossom mystic corollas of lotus flowers.
Each skyline will be a marvelous wing,
the day when thou wilt love me.
A mirage, every star, of the One Thousand and one Arabian nights, every breeze a singing,
every tree a lyre, every mount an altar.
The day when thou wilt love me, amidst the two of us one single kiss shall settle the beatitude of God.
Samael Aun Weor
