In the cavernous background of mystery, the fatal battlement of the very ancient rampart is exotically shown, upon whose side appears strange projections of the millenary castle building of Klingsor and its splendid terraces of arabesque style…
Upon the sacred terror of these strange enigmatic battlements, the Wagnerian Parsifal emerges standing, as if by enchantment, gazing in astonishment into the bewitched gardens…
The beautiful females of the holy predestination, unfortunately perverted by the spirit of evil, appear everywhere.
Many dangerously beautiful, young Nymphs emerge, as if by dint of magic, from many places, from the gardens, as well as from the magnificent palace.
They come in groups, others individually, all in an always increasing number, semi- naked, exquisite, frightfully provocative.
The Nymphs, who were joyfully sleeping with their lovers (the unfortunate Knights of the Grail who felt amidst their amorous snares), as if they were awakening from an erotic dream, abandon now their beds of pleasure…
It is the hour of temptation and they have returned again to their ancient adventures in search of a new victim…
They have come from all of the passages of the night:
Behold them there! There are heads browned under the sun, as well as mature ones. There are also heads that are as if touched with gloominess and mystery, heads crowned with laurels, heads that would like to repose in heaven, some that cannot reach to smell the spring and many others that transcend the winter’s flowers.
What a terrible eagerness that agitates the bosom of every Nymph, when she beholds the boat that embroiders upon the waters its fugitive trail..!
They, the delectable feminine beauties are intent now to seduce with their enchantments the Wagnerian young man; yet, he, with his Herculean arm, pushes them away with indignation..!
“Unique love, already so mine, that time will season, why do you despise me?” cries out a desperate one…
“My hands have forgotten thee, but my eyes have beheld thee; thus, when the world is bitter in order to behold thee I close my eyes. “ cries out another one…
“I do not want to cherish thee ever, since I do not want thy life to break asunder my dream’s creations by your cherishing.” This is what a female dreamer says.
“As one day thou gayest it to me, thine living image I possess, so thy remembrance daily washes my eyes with tears.” This is how the most provocative female murmurs in the ear of that young man…
Thus, the Nymphs, or mutable females from all times were at that point preoccupied… They were momentarily suffering for Parsifal, they were even doing the impossible…!
The musical transition which emphasizes the whole of this thousand-and-one-nights scene has totally fascinated the most demanding audiences of the whole world…
In this igneous transition from this Colossus exist color, love, perfume, unutterable sorcery, all of that which, indeed, can seduce the human senses.
Regardless, it is obvious that this Hero does not succumb in the battle against temptations…
Nonetheless, this is not everything. What is most terrible is still missing: the encounter with Kundry, the woman of antonomasia, the woman-symbol, the marvelous Eve from Hebrew Mythology.
Samael Aun Weor
