The Three Mountains

Book excerpt



The eternal Lady, the Spirit-Soul (Buddhi), always demands all kinds of exceptional sacrifices and prodigies of courage from her Knight (the Human Soul, or Higher Manas).

She, the Perfect Divine Wife, is the Queen of the Jinas, the one who poured wine for Lancelot.

Delightful wine of transcendent spirituality in the initiatory cups of Sukra and Manti.

Cups that, in short, represent the Holy Grail in its meaning of chalice of the supreme drink or initiatory nectar of the Holy Gods.

Happy is the Knight who, after the hard fight, can celebrate his espousals with the Queen of the Jinas!

It is written with golden letters in the book of life that within the Buddhi (Spiritual Soul), who is like a fine and transparent alabaster vessel, burns the flame of Prajna (the Being).

On one night of indisputable delights I had the good fortune to come across my beloved in the secret place of the Second Mountain.

The carriage of my fiancée moved slowly along the lonely path.

The legend of the ages has it that Marchioness de Beaupré travelled in a coach of exceptional beauty, since it was made of pure porcelain. However, the triumphal carriage of my adorable Walkyrie rather resembled the coach which the wife of Duke de Clermont used in the rococo times: a splendid carriage drawn by six horses, each wearing silver horseshoes, and its wheels were also made of silver.

The triumphal carriage of my beloved stops in front of a palace made of shining porphyry, where the riches and splendour of the East make its walls and coffers glitter.

The splendid vehicle draws up in front of the doors of refulgent bronze, which are so majestic that they are frightening. 

Soon the carriage is surrounded by a kindly ring of people: distinguished gentlemen, princes and noblemen, beautiful ladies and delicate children.

Someone gives a signal to me and I obey. I walk towards the carriage of love. Through its windows I can see my Walkyrie (Buddhi).

Attired in her wedding dress, the Wedding Clothes of the Soul, my fiancée has arrived in her shining coach in order to attend the espousals.

Marrying my Twin Soul, the Theosophical Buddhi, at the Holy Altar. What a bliss my God! I was told, however, that I still had to wait for a little while.

The virile provider of the force from on high was putting off my meeting with her, and I was suffering a great deal.

At that time I plunged deeply into the sacred mysteries of Minna: the frightful lunar darkness of a love which is a twin brother of death.

I worked intensively in the super-darkness of the silence and the august secret of the wise.

I had to wait for a time and times and half a time… However, I was longing for Guinevere, the Queen of the Jinas (my Spiritual Soul).

One night, the stars, twinkling in infinite space, seemed to have a new appearance.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the world I was in ecstasy. The door of my room was hermetically closed.

It was certainly at that time that I celebrated the wedding to my beloved (Buddhi). She came into me and I lost myself into her.

In those instants of supreme happiness, the Mid-Night Sun (the Solar Logos) shone intensely.

I felt integrally transformed. The famous Sahasrara Chakra, the One-Thousand-Petalled Lotus, the Crown of Saints, shone victoriously in my pineal gland, and I entered into that state known among the Hindustanis by the Sanskrit term of 'Paramananda' (supreme spiritual happiness).

It was then when I felt the need to become a real Brahmavidvarishta.

The one-thousand yoga-nadis of the Sahasrara in fact bestowed on me the power over some subtle forces of nature.

Buddhi, my Guinevere, my Spiritual Soul, besides bringing the Shiva-Shakti tattva to the highest vibratory activity, put the Crown Padma in a state of intensified mystical functions.

Then I saw myself transformed into the Messenger of the New Aquarian Era, teaching humanity a doctrine that is so new and so revolutionary, and yet so old.

When I opened the door of my bedroom, my Eye of Diamond (my pineal gland) allowed me to see countless enemies. It is obvious that the spreading of Gnosis in its revolutionary form will increase the number of my adversaries.

It is not irrelevant to say that after this great cosmic event, a nuptial rite took place in the temple. Many people attended this festival of love.

Unquestionably, in the Fifth Initiation of Fire I had incarnated my Human Soul (the Higher Manas of Theosophy).

But now, O Gods! With this alchemical and kabbalistic wedding, I was also incarnating my Spiritual Soul (Buddhi).

Evidently, within Buddhi the flame of Prajna (the Intimate) always burns in an unchanging way.