''So, too, I remember the first time I felt 'I,' when a tip of the Angel entered into my body as a child, into my human existence, while the other part of this entity drew away into vast distances. It happened there, in our country house that had seen the passing of many a year, on the outskirts of the sacred Andes. It was as if the 'I' suddenly hit me, or rather awoke and began to see the world through my eyes. Because before this 'I' there was a 'me,' impersonal, it is true, but paradoxically a person who felt terribly ancient, diluted in the landscape, melted with the animals and plants, with the great Holm Oak in the garden, with the anemones, the roses, the snowy peaks and condors that circled them. As well as with the waters of the rivers and waterfalls. Certainly a person was there who thought and dreamed as such, who knew himself very ancient, trustee of the dignity of centuries, something the upstart 'I' can never claim. Therefore to admonish that child would be to commit an unpardonable fault, infringing against his royal sovereignty. Because that person is a He detached from HE-SHE, complying with the sacrifice of being born as a boy, in the body of an animal-man in order to rescue his 'she' and defeat the Demiurge that has imprisoned him. To be able to save his World, combating the Enemy of the immortals.
The appearance or advent of the 'I' may be met when a certain biological maturity is reached in the development of the physical body and brain, as if a 'switch' were then activated. Yet, curiously, this does not happen to everyone. The myth of Christianity wants us to believe that all men are equal, that they have a similar soul and individuality, in effect, an 'I.' The same belief as Masonic 'humanism,' imposed within Masonry by the Jew, who knows it is not so. There are animal-men in whom no God will ever incarnate, nor an Angel, who suffer without divinity, imprisoned without possibility of redemption. These are the inferior souls, semi-monkeys, carried to this degree of involution of no return by the Demiurge. And also some mestizo, mulatto and bastard components who run through the ultimate Rounds of Eternal Return before being devoured and dissolved in the belly of Jehovah-Satan.''
βMiguel Serrano: MANU, For The Man To Come
π¬ The "Self" is not understood rationally; it is experienced. It erupts. It is something lived at the very core of one's beingβlike a revelation, an occurrence that takes place at a specific moment in the lives of a fewβand of those few, even fewer are the ones who sustain it without letting it slip through their fingers.
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