Let us now talk about the Three Furies who are gorged with all the poisons of the Gorgons. They wear hydras of the deepest green as girdles, small serpents and cerastes form their hair, which are used to encircle their bestial temples.
Listen to me M. M., you must know once for all that these are the three traitors of Hiram Abif.
Megaera is on the left, always dreadful and horrible. She who weeps upon the right is Allecto, in whose heart is hidden discord, fraud which produces disorder, and evil things which take away peace. Between them is Tisiphone.
Each Fury tears at her breast with her repugnant nails, each with her palms beats on herself and wails so loud:
“Just let Medusa come; then we shall turn him into stone.”
Looking down, they all cry:
“We should have punished Theseus’ assault.”
Remember Gnostic Brethren that MARA is the Lord of the five desires, the factor of death, and is an enemy of the Truth. Who are they who always accompany him? Are not perhaps his three daughters the Three Furies, those tempting females? Are they not the ones, with all of their tenebrous legions, who assaulted the Buddha?
Can perhaps Judas, Pilate, and Caiaphas be missed in the Cosmic Drama? Dante found Judas, Brutus and Cassius in the Ninth Circle of the Infernos.
Judas has his head inserted within the mouth of Lucifer and his legs jerk on the outside.
The one who has his head beneath, the one who hangs from the second Luciferin mouth is Brutus.
He writhes and does not say a word.
The third traitor is Cassius, who seems to be so robust, but is very weak in depth.
These are the three aspects of Judas, the Three Furies. They are the Demon of Desire, the Demon of the Mind, and the Demon of Evil Will. They are the three Upadhis, bases or lunar foundations which are within each human being.
Let us think of the three presences of the Guardian of the Threshold within the interior of each person.
The Apocalypse says:
And I saw three unclean spirits like frogs came out of the mouth of the dragon, and out of the mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet.
For they are the spirits of devils, working miracles, which go forth unto the kings of the earth, and of the whole world, to gather them to the battle of that great day of God Almighty.
But who is the Dragon? Who is the Beast? Who is the false Prophet? Gods tell me, where is he?
If we comprehend that he is Mara, Lucifer, the blind Fohatic force from the abominable Kundartiguador organ, or the sexual negative fire which is the father of the Three Furies, then we are not mistaken.
Thus, the vile slug which passes through the heart of the world is the root of the pluralized ‘I’, he is the foundation of the Three Furies.
Lucifer-Mara, the tempter, with all of his legion of Devil-’I’s that each mortal carries within is the origin of the three sufferings: oldness, sickness and death.
Ah…! If the negative aspect of the Goddess Juno would not have intervened in Latium by arousing Allecto (the most abhorred one among the Furies), then the marriage of Aeneas, the illustrious Trojan man, with the daughter of the good King Latinus, would not have been preceded by a war.
Do this service for me, O virgin daughter of Night. It is task after your own heart. See to it that my fame and the honor in which I am held are not impaired or slighted and see to it that Aeneas and his men do not win Latinus over with their offers of marriage and are not allowed to settle on Italian soil. You can take brothers who love each other and set them at each other’s throats. You can turn a house against itself in hatred and fill it with whips and funeral torches. You have a thousand names and a thousand ways of causing hurt. Your heart is teeming with them. Shake them out. Shatter this peace they have agreed between them and sow the seeds of recrimination and war. Make their young men long for weapons, demand them seize them!
Alas, oh God of mine…! What pain! This frightful Fury of the mind presented herself within the royal chamber of the Queen Amata and drove in her ideas of protest and rebellion against the will of the King Latinus.
Under the perfidious influence of Allecto, the Queen Amata desperately left the palace and swiftly as any Bacchante ran through the middle of the Italian mountains. She danced and jumped as any Bacchante. She seemed to be a furious Menade in a wild mad rage, driven with the lash of Bacchus.
Amata, the Sovereign, protested with indignation before the Monarch. She did not want to do the will of her Lord and defend Turnus, a young Greek suitor who was the son of a people, which in a foretime were assaulting the unconquerable walls of Troy.
The Queen was afraid that Aeneas would flee with her daughter far away from Latium. She felt the pain of losing her daughter and cried.
Albeit, the work of Allecto still did not finish here. She flew straight to the abode of the bold prince Turnus. Allecto changed her appearance and took on the face of an old woman with a viperine tongue and told him everything that was happening inside the palace of the King. Thus, the insinuating and evil Allecto awoke the jealousy of the young prince. Afterwards came the war, and the young prince fought for his lady, the beautiful Lavinia, the precious daughter of good King Latinus.
The Monarch did not want war, neither was he himself the one who opened the doors of the Temple of Janus (Janos, I.A.O.), the Biphrontes God. His enraged people were the ones who opened them.
Inside the Temple of Janus, the Doctrine of Saturn was preserved. This was the primeval, original revelation of the Jinns. So, this temple was only opened in a time of war.
This is how the war was lit among the Rutulians. When this repugnant Fury Allecto ended her work, she flew down within the innermost parts of the frightful abyss through the mouth of a dry volcano, which was once and a while spitting the fetid vapors of death. In a short time, she arrived at the sinister banks which surrounded the waters of the Cocytus.
Turnus, the new Achilles, died at the hands of Aeneas, who became married to Lavinia, daughter of the King Latinus.
Nevertheless, oh God! Allecto as ever, still is lighting bonfires of discord everywhere, and millions of human beings cast themselves to war.
Ah…! If people would comprehend that each one of them carries Allecto within themselves… Unfortunately, the human creatures are profoundly asleep, they do not comprehend anything.
Samael Aun Weor
