In the second act of this Wagnerian drama, a horrible dungeon and the inner keep of an old tower almost in ruins appears with sinister clarity.
A gallery of bare stone, steps inevitably leads up to the battlements of the Dantesque wall.
Darkness dreadfully reigns down below in the mysterious background of that black den, which is always accessed by descending from the dreadful abutment of the rampart.
Diverse instruments of Black Magic and necromantic apparatuses appear dispersed here, there and everywhere…
On the dreadful abutment of the abject rampart of abominations, to one side, is Klingsor, the tenebrous one, fatally sitting before the famous metal mirror of Magic…
The left-handed personage from darkness astrally sees marching past in the perfidious mirror all the extraordinary events from the former act, which occurred around the domains of the Holy Grail.
Supreme moments in humanity exist and this is precisely one of them. The terrible moment has arrived, the hour of great decisions.
The dismal Magician of darkness has achieved bringing towards his den (just as many other unfortunate Knights) the blameless boy Parsifal, with the evident machiavellian purpose of making him to dreadfully fall amidst the enchantments of the irresistible, terribly beautiful blossoming women.
That fascinating and tremendous hypnotic dream (in former moments we saw how Kundry, the no named woman, the original she-devil, the sanguinary Herodias, the harpy Gundryggia was submerged in it) is now providing all of its atrocious effects.
The Lord of darkness cries out with a great voice from the depths of the abyss, he invokes and calls…
Amidst the blue, malodorous smoke of disgrace, Kundry’s specter rises up and appears. Myrrh, sulfur, incense and many other evocative perfumes burn in the censer.
“Ah..! Ah.. .tenebrous night..! Mystery… Madness… Oh, rage!… Sleep…sleep of sorrow and disgrace…deepest sleep..! Death!…” So cries out the hedonic and original devilish female of all she-devils.
The left-handed, somber personage gives imperative commands; Kundry protests in vain; thus, she finally is subdued and is compelled to obey.
To resign herself to serve again as an instrument of perdition.. .what a horror..! To enwrap Parsifal with her enchantments, to make him fall as she did with the good King Amfortas is the command; yet, the unhappy unfortunate one is just a slave under the service of the perverse one.
Once the hypnotic command of the evil one is achieved, the whole tower rapidly sinks with him, and as an art of magic, a delectable garden rises in its place. This magic garden fills the whole stage.
A splendid, tropical and luxuriant vegetation lasciviously extends itself, as if it is voraciously awaiting for the complete satisfaction of bestial pleasures…
Dressed with a royal attire of a gamut of silk and crowned with bright reddish trees, the specter of Kundry rises in order to see from afar the magnificent and broad panorama.
Mute, perplexed, she listens to the white river that, amidst the rocks, roars while sundered into streamlets, and she sees portrayed upon the watery mirrors the omnipotent flame of the golden Sun.
The stars within the immense space, on a throne of amaranth, stand abreast, sprinkling with crystalline drops the black leaves of the sleepy acanthus.
Samael Aun Weor
