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The Head of John
The drums sounded and shouts sprang from the multitude. But the tetrarch dominated all of the racket with his voice. “Hear me Salome! I will give thee whatsoever thy soul desireth, Capernaum shall be thine! And the fertile plain of Tiberias! even to the half of my kingdom!”
Then she threw herself to the floor and suddenly, with her heels rocking in the air, she moved a few feet forward on her hands like a great beetle.
Next, she jumped to her feet, so that she was staring at Herod. Her lips were painted carmine, her eyebrows black and her eyes sparkled with a dangerous brilliance; from her forehead sprang titillating droplets.
The End of a Fatal Triangle
We shall now present a dreadful case which clearly demonstrates how crooked and sinister the ego of jealousy can be during a husband and wife’s married life.
The horrible event occurred in 1180 in Provence. News of it spread all over until in 1250 it eventually became a literary work as something resembling an epic...
“It so happened that William Cabstaing, son of a poor knight of Cabstaing castle, arrived at Lord Raymond of Roussillon’s court and after introducing himself, asked if he would accept him as his Squire. The Baron found him to be refined and consented to his remaining in his court.
The Pancatattva Ritual
In the midst of the incessant crackle of the omnipresent, all-penetrating, all-merciful, cosmic Fohat (power of the Logos), terrifying, indescribable and unspeakable carnal temptations naturally arise in the same way as they did for the great Gnostic Patriarch St. Augustine, who had visions of a delightful, naked woman upon the cross.
Thus it is written with characters of glowing fire in the Book of Splendors:
“Real knowledge and wise identification with all the infinite possibilities of sex must not mean for the wise a fall into the world of instincts and illusions, rather precisely such familiarization and profound knowledge will lead us to the realization of our Innermost Self.”
Tattvic Powers
For the good of the Great Cause, I am now going to transcribe in this chapter two extraordinary accounts by Sri Swami Sivananda:
Yogi Bhusunda
“Yogi Bhusunda is one of the Chiranjivis amongst the Yogins. He was the master in the science of Pranayama. It is said that a big nest, like a mountain, was built by him on the southern branch of the Kalpa Vriksha, situated at the northern summit of the Mahameru. Bhusunda lived in this nest. He was a Trikala Jnani. He could sit in Samadhi for any length of time. He was desireless. He had obtained supreme Shanti and Jnana. He was there enjoying the bliss of his own Self and he is still there being a Chiranjivi. He had the full knowledge of the five Dharanas. He had rendered himself proof against the five elements by practising the five methods of concentration. It is said that when all the twelve Adityas scorch the world with their burning rays, he would, through his Apas Dharana, reach up the Akasa. When fierce gales arise splintering up the rocks to pieces, he would be in the Akasha through Agni Dharana. When the world together with the Mahameru would be under water, he would float on them through Vayu Dharana.”
The Abominable Vice of Alcohol
Far away from here, from this my beloved Mexican homeland, travelling along other roads, the winds of destiny took me to that ancient South American city which in pre-Colombian times was called Bacata (in native Chibcha language).
This is a bohemian, melancholic city with its 19th century creole mentality; a smoky town in a deep valley...
A poet said of this marvelous metropolis: “The city of Bacata spins in the rain like an unbalanced carousel, a neurotic city that covers its hours with scarves of cloud.”
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