Hail, oh blessed goddess Athena-Neith!1 How grand are thy works and marvels!
The gods and those who are wise know very well that thou art the divine Clytone from the submerged Atlantis.
It is written with fiery characters in the great book of life that thou, oh goddess, knew how to intelligently select the best of Vulcan’s seed in order to found the august city of Athens.
Oh Neith! Thou established Sais on the Nile’s delta. The sunny country of Khem reverently bends itself before thee.
Hail…! Hail…! Hail…!
The phrases uttered by the priest of Sais still resound from within the depth of the centuries:
“O Solon, Solon, you Hellenes [Greeks] are never anything but children, and there is not an old man among you. Solon in return asked him what he meant. I mean to say, he replied, that in mind you are all young; there is no old opinion handed down among you by ancient tradition, nor any science which is hoary with age. And I will tell you why. There have been, and will be again, many destructions of mankind arising out of many causes; the greatest have been brought about by the agencies of fire and water, and other lesser ones by innumerable other causes. There is a story, which even you have preserved, that once upon a time Paethon, the son of Helios, having yoked the steeds in his father’s chariot, because he was not able to drive them in the path of his father, burnt up all that was upon the earth, and was himself destroyed by a thunderbolt. Now this has the form of a myth, but really signifies a declination of the bodies moving in the heavens around the earth, and a great conflagration of things upon the earth, which recurs after long intervals; at such times those who live upon the mountains and in dry and lofty places are more liable to destruction than those who dwell by rivers or on the seashore. And from this calamity the Nile, who is our never-failing saviour, delivers and preserves us. When, on the other hand, the gods purge the earth with a deluge of water, the survivors in your country are herdsmen and shepherds who dwell on the mountains, but those who, like you, live in cities are carried by the rivers into the sea. Whereas in this land, neither then nor at any other time, does the water come down from above on the fields, having always a tendency to come up from below; for which reason the traditions preserved here are the most ancient.
“The fact is, that wherever the extremity of winter frost or of summer does not prevent, mankind exist, sometimes in greater, sometimes in lesser numbers. And whatever happened either in your country or in ours, or in any other region of which we are informed-if there were any actions noble or great or in any other way remarkable, they have all been written down by us of old, and are preserved in our temples. Whereas just when you and other nations are beginning to be provided with letters and the other requisites of civilized life, after the usual interval, the stream from heaven, like a pestilence, comes pouring down, and leaves only those of you who are destitute of letters and education; and so you have to begin all over again like children, and know nothing of what happened in ancient times, either among us or among yourselves. As for those genealogies of yours which you just now recounted to us, Solon, they are no better than the tales of children. In the first place you remember a single deluge only, but there were many previous ones; in the next place, you do not know that there formerly dwelt in your land the fairest and noblest race of men which ever lived, and that you and your whole city are descended from a small seed or remnant of them which survived. And this was unknown to you, because, for many generations, the survivors of that destruction died, leaving no written word. For there was a time, Solon, before the great deluge of all, when the city which now is Athens was first in war and in every way the best governed of all cities, is said to have performed the noblest deeds and to have had the fairest constitution of any of which tradition tells, under the face of heaven.” —Plato, Timaeus (360 B.C.E)
Solon added that he became astonished when hearing such a narration and that filled with infinite curiosity, he begged the Egyptian priests to amplify their narratives.
I was reincarnated in the sacred land of the Pharaohs during the dynasty of the Pharaoh Kephren. I knew in depth the ancient mysteries from secret Egypt. Verily, I say unto you, that I have never forgotten them.
Marvelous events come into my memory in these precise moments.
On a certain evening — it does not matter which — slowly walking on the sands of the desert under the ardent rays of the tropical sun, I, like a somnambulist, silently passed through a mysterious street with millenarian sphinxes in view of the exotic sight of a nomad tribe who observed me from their tents.
Thus, at the venerated shadow of a very ancient pyramid, I, approaching it for a while, had to momentarily rest in order to patiently fix the laces of one of my sandals.
Afterwards, diligently, I anxiously sought the august entrance. I was longing to return to the straight path.
The guardian, as always, was at the mysterious threshold. It was impossible to forget that hieratical figure with a bronze countenance and protruding cheekbones. That man was a colossus… He grasped the terrible sword in his right hand with heroism. His whole countenance was formidable, and there is no doubt that he was wearing, by right, the Masonic apron. The cross-examination was very severe:
Question: “Who art thou?”
Answer: “I am a blind supplicant who comes in search of light.”
Question: “What dost thou want?”
Answer: “Light.”
(It would be very long to transcribe here in the lines of this chapter the whole verbal exam in question).
Afterwards, in a way that I qualify as violent, I was deprived of every metallic object, even my tunic and sandals.
What is most interesting was the moment in which this Herculean man took me by the hand in order to introduce me inside of the sanctuary. Unforgettable were those moments in which the heavy door spun upon its hinges of steel and produced that mysterious note DO from ancient Egypt.
What happened thereafter — the macabre encounter with the “terrible Brother,” the ordeals of fire, air, water and earth2 — can be found by any illuminate in the memories of nature.
I had to control myself as best I could while in the ordeal of fire, since I had to pass through a hall in flames. The floor was covered with steel beams burning with red hot living fire. The path between those rafters of ardent steel was very narrow; scarcely was there space to place the feet. In those times, many aspirants died in this venture.
I still remember with horror that steel metal ring nailed to a rock. In the depths below, only the horrifying precipice was shown tenebrously. Nonetheless, I became victorious in the ordeal of air. There, where others perished, I triumphed.
Many centuries have passed and still I cannot forget, in spite of the dust of too many years, those sacred crocodiles of the lake. If it had not been for the magical conjurations, I would have been devoured by those reptiles, which always happened to other aspirants.
Innumerable unhappy ones were crunched and broken asunder by the rocks in the ordeal of earth, but I triumphed. I saw with indifference two boulders which, while closing themselves over me, menaced my existence, menacing to reduce me into cosmic dust. Indeed, I am nothing other than a miserable slug from the mud of the earth; yet, I became victorious.
Thus, this is how after having suffered too much, I returned to the path of the revolution of the consciousness.
I was welcomed into the initiatic college: I was solemnly dressed with the tunic of white linen of the priests of Isis, and the Egyptian tau cross was placed on my chest.
“Homage to thee, O Ra, when thou risest (above the horizon) as Tum-Heru-Khuti (TUM, the Father). Thou (when arriving at thy summit) art to be adored (as HORUS, the Innermost).
“Thou art adored [by me when] thy beauties are before mine eyes, and [when thy solar] radiance [falleth] upon [my] body (on the earth).
“Thou (O King Star) goest forth to thy setting in the (heavenly) Sektet boat with [fair] winds, and thy heart is glad; the heart of the Matet boat rejoiceth. Thou stridest over the heavens in peace.
“And all thy foes are cast down; the never resting (genii of the) stars sing hymns of praise unto thee, and the stars which rest, and the stars which never fail glorify thee as thou sinkest (behind the western mountains) to rest in the horizon of Manu (because thou art the Solar Logos).
“O thou who art beautiful at morn and at eve, O thou lord who livest and art established (the order of the worlds), O my lord!
“Homage to thee, O thou who art Ra when thou risest (above the horizon), and (who art) Tum (the Father) when thou settest [in] beauty.
“Thou risest (in beauty) and (with thy solar rays, thou) shinest (in all thy splendors) on the (heavenly) back of thy mother [Nut], O (lo and behold) thou who art crowned king of the gods!
“Nut (the goddess of the heavenly ocean) doeth homage unto thee (and welcometh thee), and Maat (the divine Mother Kundalini, the) everlasting and never-changing order (goddess who brought thee to the world) embraceth thee at morn and at eve.
“Thou (art the Solar Christ, who) stridest (away from the morn to the eve) over (the equilibrium of the worlds that emanate from thee) over the heavens, being glad of heart, and the Lake of Testes is content [thereat].
“The (demon) Sebau Fiend (the ‘I’, the plurilized ego) hath fallen to the ground ; his arms and his hands have been hacked off him, and the knife hath severed the joints of (the back of) his body (this is how it happens when we dissolve it).
“Ra hath a fair wind, and the Sektet boat goeth forth and-sailing along it cometh into port. The gods of the south and of the north, of the west and of the east, praise thee, O thou divine substance, from whom all forms of life come into being.
“Thou sendest forth the word, and (and is heard) the earth is flooded with silence.
“O thou (Solar Christ) only One (unique divinity), who didst dwell in heaven before ever the earth and the mountains came into existence.
“Hail, thou, O Runner, O Lord, O only One, thou maker of things which are, thou hast fashioned the tongue of the company of the gods (thou places the word in the larynx of the gods), thou hast produced whatsoever cometh forth from the waters (of the first ocean, the chaos), and thou springest up out from them (and save them on an island) over the flooded land of the Lake of Horus (the Innermost).
“Let me snuff the air which cometh forth from thy nostrils, and the north wind which cometh forth from (the Divine Mother) thy mother [Nut].
“O (Ra) make thou to be (holy and) glorious my shining form (my khu, my spirit-soul), O Osiris, make thou to be divine (again) my heart-soul (my ba)! Thou art (to be glorified and) worshipped [in] peace (or [in] setting), O lord of the gods (let thy name be always praised).
“Thou (O Creator) art exalted by reason of thy wondrous works. Shine thou with thy rays of light upon my body (that lay over the earth) day by day, [shine upon me]... O Thou, Osiris, who art eternity and everlastingness. The teller of the divine offerings of all the gods, the overseer of the granary of the lords of Abtu (Abydos), the royal scribe in truth who loveth thee; Ani, victorious in peace.”
(This prayer is quoted from The Egyptian Book of the Occult Abode).3
