Meister Serrano

As I was leaving, I said to myself "The Rose on the Cross is the symbol of the Self, of the totality. It is the face of the soul, the transfiguration of the terrestrial, the flowering. The horizontal line of the cross is the feminine, She; the vertial is the masculine, He. The Rose unites them, joins them together, it is HIM-HER and HER-HIM, the Androgynous. But if the cross revolves dizzily, in a left-hand direction, towards the beginnings, back to Hyperborea, to the Morning Star, it turns into a flamming circle, which extends behind all the suns as far as the Ray of Green Light, surmounting for all time HIM and HER, making them an immortal Oneself. They have been resurrected in the red energy of Vajra, centring on the immobile, polar movement. Immobile within movement, united in separation, loving each other with loveless A-Mor. And when the cross revolves in this way, taking this direction, the face of the Beloved emerges from the depths of the Great Rose." NOS - The Book of Ressurection, 1980

"As I was leaving, I said to myself "The Rose on the Cross is the symbol of the Self, of the totality. It is the face of the soul, the transfiguration of the terrestrial, the flowering. The horizontal line of the cross is the feminine, She; the vertial is the masculine, He. The Rose unites them, joins them together, it is HIM-HER and HER-HIM, the Androgynous. But if the cross revolves dizzily, in a left-hand direction, towards the beginnings, back to Hyperborea, to the Morning Star, it turns into a flamming circle, which extends behind all the suns as far as the Ray of Green Light, surmounting for all time HIM and HER, making them an immortal Oneself. They have been resurrected in the red energy of Vajra, centring on the immobile, polar movement. Immobile within movement, united in separation, loving each other with loveless A-Mor. And when the cross revolves in this way, taking this direction, the face of the Beloved emerges from the depths of the Great Rose." NOS - The Book of Ressurection, 1980

"It was not the Demiurge who has given a soul to animal-men. He has degraded them to the chimpanzee, imprisoned the impersonal energy of 'he' and 'she' in decadent forms, detached from Androgynous Divinity. The divine Aesir have contributed the soul, with their sacrifice of mixing with the 'children of men.' And what is the soul? She is an implicit Energy, a potency, Geist, wind, breath, pneuma, spirit, able to disintegrate demiurgic matter, transmuting it into spiritual matter. She is the Odinic Force of Odin-Wotan that can also be an 'organ' of the archetypal form of Divinity, recovered by the Hero, Vîra mixed with animal-man. [...] Gradually the Hero is born, the Vîra, mixture of the divine and demonic, remaining here within a thin region by the narrow ribbon of Free Will, by the double edge of a Sword. Never before until now was there anything similar, not in this or another Universe, because the Gods lacked consciousness of Themselves, 'feeling nothing,' being moreover immortals. The Heroes go forth losing, little by little, immortality together with the 'memory-without remembering' of their divinity. The 'I' thus seems to be a sub-product of Death, since he is conscious of it with its difficult transit and he fears it. The 'I' results from Misfortune, a Shipwreck. In dramatic fashion this is the painful compensation for the sacrifice of Wotan coming to fight for his crucifixion, the result of the mixing of the Aesir Gods with the 'daughters of men,' from the 'falling in love' of the immortals." MANU: For the Man to Come, 1991.

"There is a sin that when fulfilled in the flesh is also the sin against the spirit and marks the story of a people. It is the racial sin. Like the sound of a remote echo, or the repetition of an anguished occurence to the conscience, the Spanish Conquistador came back to commit it in the New World. Something like a blind impulse or suggestion before the abysm, took him to repeat it. And he mixed with the Amerindian race. In the brown bodies of the females and their humid and black eyes, revived the bonfire of the first sensuality; this fire semi-out in step of history and of the Empire, has been lit again. It was something just like the dark awakening of this satanic force, of this red shadow, that pushed once the race Lemur to mixing with the animals to give life to the ape. The shadow of the evil weighs above the world of the future and the product of this act seems like the one of the elementals and the succubi. The sexual zone of the earth will envelop in its effluvia the audacious who have dared to tread on it. It is also the revenge of the defeated. Through the Amerindian woman, in a passive and tenacious form, the primitive world take its revenge and, in this way, the female fulfills with its primordial function of supporter of the Spirit of the earth. If the female fails in this fight, there's still the tree in which she sustains herself and the the earth where she leaned to be possessed by the Spanish. The effluvia and ghosts of the pleasure are powerful and still float uppon the valleys and mountains." Ni por Mar, ni por Tierra; 1979

from NOS - The Book of Ressurection, 1980 painting Parsifal, by Jean Delville, 1890

"It has been said that the man who loves God needs seven incarnations in order to enter Nirvana and liberate himself, and that the man who hates him only needs three. It is without God but with his own "fury" that Parsifal achieved the Grail and his individuation, his Self, his totality. This is the difference between the Humid Path and the Dry Path. We do not know whether, as well as his "fury", his Phobos, his fear of the Mother, Parsifal carried with him a "memory of a beloved", as he was supposed to have advised his friend Gawaine to do. Parsifal, with his "fury", or his hatred, was resisting a participation mystique. Samadhi, fusion with Adhi, the Primordial Being, doesn't await him at the end of his road. Because this would be the way of sainthood. What awaits him is Kaivalya, total separation, supreme Individuation. Absolute Personality, the ultimate solitude of the Overman. This is the way of the magician, the Siddha, the tantric hero of the Grail. The cosmic isolation of the risen Purusha."

"Our vision of the world, or Weltanschauung, is simple and grandiose: a Cosmic War. To explain a simple fact is very difficult, above all when it comes to translating it into the language of the rational mind. As always happens, the ancients are the ones to smooth the way. They used a poetic, symbolic language, with a cosmic poetry absorbed by other groups of men, other minds, or by parts of the brain that have atrophied for lack of use. There are various brain centers in man, within the physical body and outside it. My books also reactivate those other brain centers and therefore must be understood beyond pure rationality. Superior women will find themselves especially capable of this, since, contrary to men, they think best with the emotional cerebrum, with the sympathetic plexus. But with this Weltanschauung, our Cosmogony, the reader will have to understand with the emotional cerebrum, with the sympathetic plexus. But with this Weltanschauung, our Cosmogony, the reader will have to understand with the Brain of the Spirit, with a Super-consciousness. Music also helps us. Especially the music of Bach. More so now, when the rational brain has been overcome by another kind of thought, whether because it has been placed in the service and disposition to a Deity, or a supra-personal Archetype, connecting Self with the Monad, resulting in the magic of an instantaneous awareness, an unthought thought, a memory unremembered." MANU: For the Man to Come, 1991.

"The origin was in Hyperborea, that vanished world, because the Gods lived there and were the kings. Hyperborea, we have said, is the name the Greeks gave to that region of the extreme north where Apollo went every so many years returning from there rejuvenated. Hyperborea means “beyond the God Boreas, of the Cold and Storm”, indicating that even in the time of the first Greeks that world was beyond the ice, surrounded by a “transparent glass”, perhaps beyond the material condensation of energy. The name the Vedic Folk of India and Persia gave for it was Aryanabaiji, place of the brotherhood of the Aryans. This is important because it indicates Hyperborea was not a country in the historical sense of the term, but an initiation community, a brotherhood of Gods and semi-Gods, of the Aryans, the twice born..." Adolf Hitler, The Ultimate Avatar, 1984.

"In India, the fact that the highest Yogis were not cremated always called my attention. When in Hyperborea the Siddha (and the Divya) loses his ability to materialise and dematerialise (thus causing the sinking and disappearance of Hyperborea and its Golden Age), the Aryans began cremating their dead. Thus they liberate the astral body (un-resurrected in this life) sooner, and offer its energy to the Sun, through fire. However the most advanced hierophants and a few Viryas (heroes) are not cremated, but buried, in the dust or in ash-wood sarcophaguses. They shall resurrect. Where the body once lay, now a Sword will be found." Son of the Widower, 2003.

[...] The Archetype is something like a Platonic Idea, that seems to hang around the atmosphere of the Earth and is apprehended by the Collective Unconsciousness of human beings, thanks to the "sacrifice" of one human being, which due to his genes, or his karma, is worthy of being "possessed". [...] The incarnation of an archetypical idea made the appearence and presence of the Avatara possible and neccessary; that is, of a God, of a Divinity: Vishnu, Osiris, Wotan, Kalki, who would have come to close a cycle on Earth, "Mounted on a White Horse". Maya, Reality is an Illusion; 2005.

"Love does not relate to two but to four. One, two, three... First you love with your physical body; the man you are loving the woman I am. Then the woman inside you, your soul, loves my soul, the man within me. This love may be externally sterile, but it gives birth to an eternal son, a being with wings. And so we have four within, and the fifth is our son, the winged man who is also the son of death." El/Ella - Book of Magic Love, 1973

"The followers of Lucifer, of the Morning Star, do not beg to be allowed into heaven. They demand to be, because they feel that they have done everything possible to merit being deified. At the end of our road, no fusion with a God or redeemer awaits us. Our way is not the way of ecstasy of the saints but the way of separation of the magicians, of the White Gods who have become absorbed into the sources of creative energy. Creating worlds, loving each other inside and outside eternity. We do not beg, like the lunar troubadour: 'Take us back to where you took us from!' We are going to try and change God, giving him a face." NOS - The Book of Ressurection, 1980

1909, Santa Claus by A.H.

1909, drawning of Santa Claus by A.H. 🎄⚡️