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MYSTICAL EXALTATION
YOUR BOOK
Above the Philosophy of Life, beyond what you know, about all your
knowledge, have this Philosophical Breviary ...
Look for it among the crowd of the other Books, without saying which
one you prefer ...
He will arise as if I had a soul and it will come to your hands full of joy
because it was made for you.
It does not matter what your tendency is, if it is in harmony with yours.
The most sublime, what more beautiful, is that you are both ONE in the
stillness of each moment and in the anguished thread Of the hours.
And when you close it, when you leave it abandoned, when you throw it
on your table or put it on your shelf, there it will be, silent, silent, but
sweet and smiling like a logical prolongation of yours.
Live your life, whatever it is ...
But at every moment of solitude, the winds whip or soft breezes come,
you have internal tumults or infinite joys, recur ... always resort to this
Book ...
He will tell you what the great hour is, the summit moment ...
When the darkness has to obscure the Sun of your Life and when it must
become Light in the middle of your shadows.
He will open your marble cup, like a Fontana, to quench your thirst.
And it will always give you the Key to all your misfortunes ...
YOUR STONE
Yes look.
Gross, cold, impassive, with the hardness of the hardest marble, with
rocky coarseness ...
But ... you have an ignored stone and you do not see it, you do not
perceive it, you do not feel it, you feel its effects and, nevertheless,
live ... live there in the solitude of your cavern, waiting
the moment of being worked.
You can spend your life - this ephemeral transit - always ignoring its
existence and she will have vainly waited for your inner gaze to have
discovered her in the monotony of your long wait ...
If you let her be, if you do not wake her up, if you do not work her out,
if she has to continue with that dream ecstatic ... when you no longer
exist, when you cease to be, will return to the pile of so many stones
how they were left on the road, stiff baggage of those who did like
you ...
If, on the other hand, you do not want her to sleep.
If you try to dive inside yourself and comfort yourself with the greatness
of your spirit to internally wipe so many tears that they could not dry
out.
So…
Sigh deeply, call in the closed Meson of your inner causes and look for
your
Stone…
It's coarse and imperfect, right?
Well, let him blow the first flakes to shape it, but ...
That in the Stone that you touch, there is the Rose, the Treasure of your
own Soul.
YOUR RHYTHM
Speak, study, see, observe, meditate and put a note, a long note of
silence, tart fingerboard of your own suggestions ...
If what you're going to say does not have a perennial rhythm of
harmony, add yourself under your cloak and Silently destroy your own
dissonant chord.
Every word that comes from your lips like a sharp edge that drives your
passion, breaks those Laws ... And the Silent, Silent Soul, of the things
themselves, suffers and it breaks in its rhythmic concert ...
With the stone that you throw, it disturbs the stream its august
placidity.
The bird is frightened ...
Every rose that you cut from the rose bush is a life that you mow, it is a
perfume that you kill.
Each flower that stumps in the midst of its splendor, will offer you as
many thorns to prick your flesh reflexively ...
If what you are going to say is not useful, it is not good, it is not true, it
is not harmonious, silence your own suggestions ...
Silence those inner voices that beset you, the cries that move you and be
serene ...
Be serene, and you will hear the unheard voice, the echo synthesis of all
your voices, the singular note that characterizes you and you will be able
to apply your ear to the vast chest of the Earth and listen to the one
hundred thousand beats of its one hundred thousand tiny hearts ...
It is necessary that your senses are refined, they go subtly like those of
the Artist, so that you begin to see inwards ...
You have to recognize that all things have a special appearance and a
very powerful life. That everything has a unique nuance and an energetic
scope. That everything is as it is and not as our sentimental mediocrity
perceives it.
To talk about the sky, the sea, the mountain, it is necessary to analyze its
infinite wonderful structures and the miraculous entanglement of their
secret rhythms.
To listen to these tiny beats of the Universe, like his intimate pulsations,
We need a new meaning and a new prism.
Those who bequeathed us, only serve to distinguish the big lines, those
marked reliefs ...
If you want this sense to be subtle. If you want this prism to be realized,
the Rose flourish, be cautious and in the silence of your own spirit, come
to your own erenity…
YOUR ROUTE
Like a ship on the high seas, each one of us takes his route ...
But ... what is that route ?. What mysterious letter describes it? What
worries Biologicals drive it ?.
The man does not realize !. Do not see, do not hear or do not perceive ...
All our eagerness, like the ship, is to separate us, to flee from the line of
defeat, while that the Captain - our own Captain with all effort - is
obstinate in amending the detour.
The lack of agreement with this principle, the denial of the Law - the
deviation of the line of defeat - is the cause of all our ills making us the
Vane that in the stormy night is at the mercy of all the winds ...
YOUR SOUL
It is in your own glass, in the iron prison of your own prison, sunk in
you as in an abyss.
But you continue your way, slow or dizzying, in search of a port that
does not you know This is your route ...
You feel your pain or your happiness, your love or your hate, your
compassion or your rancor and you grow, you develop, you encourage,
you change situations, of cells.
Sick or health floods you, and you end up dying without knowing what
it is and what that Principle is called in you that moves everything,
that everything floods and makes it work with powerful dynamism,
weaving and unraveling your moral and physiological vitality, like the
old Spinner on the edge of the road ...
And you even feel that he often speaks to you, advises you, warns you,
with that language silent, without words, of premonition or intuition ...
Look.
As water is unconscious of the salt it contains, so man walks
ignoring that in its own glass there is a water of life where a chemical is
diluted Principle that does not know ...
If on the saline water the Sun prepares its dense calories, there will come
a time when the salt crystallizes and we can separate it objectively from
your vehicle.
Like the Holy Hermit or like the Monk who just left that life of World
for which he walked with lost steps among so many voices, in the midst
of a tumult, where hatred, envy, lust they took in their own flesh and
collects to listen to their own Voice, your intimate heartbeat, in the
solitude of a Sanctuary, so you, dear Reader, must pick you up every day
in the privacy of your own Temple.
Look. At the cusp of our brain, there is a bony prominence that Science
Officer calls the Epiphysis. We give it, rather, the name of Pineal Gland
or eye atrophied because it is a place, by way of an eye, where a past
Humanity made use of that sense that before I spoke to you and that later
the fall in guilt was extinguishing for that men did not see beyond an
adequate limit.
You see how we ourselves can emit and receive at the same time our
own waves and with this coming and going, done with firm will, we can
also convince us and order us what we should do for the greater glory of
God in us.
Pick up already in your inner Sanctuary, put all your faith, and repeat
these twelve principles.
If you practice them, if with practice you perfect them, they will take
you from your own land to the sky of your soul.
4) I must adjust all my acts, from now on, to the norms of Wisdom,
Strength and Beauty In this way I will be a useful member for my family
and a fair entity within the Society.
11 °) I prefer to always be the one offering and never the one who
receives a benefit. For this, I will study, I will learn, I will work, I will
conquer means, within these standards, and I will take care of my health
to be successful.
12th) I want to work for others, with others and in harmony with
everyone and, above all, with God himself whose manifestation is in me
and represents my Internal Ego.
Listen out…
All the things of Nature, everything you see and do not see, all the forms
crystallized and even those that your poor retina fails to see, have a point
essential, an intimate substance, a winged, seamless spirit, for which
they live and they unfold.
If you accept these seven rules, learn them and practice them. Your cross
will be made more bearable and the Rose will lend her sacred perfume.
1a. Take in all your actions, a goal. In all things, an end. That these be
the one to discover the Essential. He pays all his attention to it and takes
for weapons the useful, the noble, the good, the beautiful, to achieve it,
and disdains all obstacles that get in the way. This is how the Roses will
flourish on your Cross.
2a. Get happy. That the contentment and the Joy, overflow through all
the pores of your Soul for even the smallest impressions, fill you with
intimate pleasure. Its essence is divine and God is in everything existing
and it is necessary to perceive Essential even in the tiniest and smallest
organism.
This is how the Roses will flourish on your Cross.
3a. Learn to respect the sincere opinion of others. If you find error with
sanity, sensibly, with respect, make them see yours most authoritative,
but never snub them. The Essential, the Divine, also speaks for others
men and it's only a matter of evolution that they come more or less to the
True. This is how the Roses will flourish on your Cross.
4a. Go outside in the open air and admire Nature. Rejoice and rejoice
Sun, the Sky, the Environment, the Flowers, the miserable little worm
that it drags to earth flower. Notice that there is Divinity in all of this and
in all breath The Essential.
5a. Be faithful to your friends and thus you will have faithful friends,
because within them are you. Although you are a separate and isolated
entity, you are only one expansion of the Divine. Meditate on it,
understand it, adjust your behavior to this same thing and look for The
Essentials there. This is how the Roses will flourish on your Cross.
6a. Relate to everyone, but you should prefer those who know more than
you, to extract from them the substance of what they have learned. Then
the you will know and love them and your observation will make you
see that they are like you, but That the Essential, the Divine, is what they
know ... and you do not know.
7a. Concentrate every day Study if your attention has stopped on things
accessory, in the secondary ones. Always do an examination of
conscience and answer yourself. If you could not pay attention to the
Essential, take care of amend yourself to look every day for that divine
essence that bubbles in everything the existing because this way you will
progress and you will be happy and so the Roses will flourish
on your Cross.
THE ROSE
German story
A constant Spring tempered the atmosphere and the sweet pomas, in full
maturity, they scented the gentle breeze.
The earth, soft and prodigal, did not wait for the plow mark. The crop
had not born in the mind of man and vegetation, the florescence, the
fruits, was a saint gift that was offered to everyone, because everything
was born and spontaneously lavished ...
In the woods there was a sweet and constant concert of gossip. Neither
hunting nor Fishing. The animals all, never expected their sacrifice and
the bird and the fish, came to the hands of man to be sacrificed
voluntarily.
It was a dream country. Everywhere there was a perpetual happiness and
harmony latent in all things, it was like an ermine cloak that fell on
everything with soft placidity.
The Queen was pregnant and soon to give birth, whose fate event was a
precursor to a new happiness, he asked that, to receive that desired fruit
from his bowels, he would fill his room and the bed of Roses, because as
expected a Princess had the desire preconceived that it was born on
Roses ...
This was done, because all the subjects, knowing the eagerness of their
Queen, sent the more beautiful Roses and more pleasant perfume.
Once the Princess was born and after several days of long-awaited
events, one night, during sleep, the Queen was injured with a thorn that
appeared stuck in her hand ...
One day, contemplating the Princess, he had the idea that he could run
the same danger that his mother and then ordered to cut the Roses of the
Kingdom, decreeing that He never uttered his name so that it never
reached his childhood ears.
The subjects fulfilled the mandate and since then the name of ROSA
He fell silent on all lips ...
Spent the time and listening a day the story of a trip to a neighboring
Kingdom, that the father of his best friend had visited, where there was a
great vegetation of Roses, This name called her attention and whatever
was said about her beauty and perfume, being born in
her curiosity, from that day, to know them ...
It was rare, that since the birth of the Princess, the fertility of the soil had
descended and the animals, of excessive meekness before, had become
unsociable.
With the extinction of the Roses, everything had turned pale, although
the inhabitants of that happy region they will ignore.
All the Doctors of the Kingdom come and can not find the origin of that
disease. The Princess, meanwhile, lost her energy, her beauty, and the
freshness of freshness his face, slowly disappearing ...
Only one Paje, glimpsed the cause and even the Princess herself
repeated, that she could heal if Show him the Roses. But nobody was
missing the decree of the King ...
Then, the Paje, stealthily and mocking all palace vigilance, brought a
PINK from the neighboring country. When the Princess saw her, the
miracle was instantly and radically of his salvation ...
But knowing the cause of this unheard of miracle, exclaimed: While the
Rose killed to my Queen, she has saved my Princess. Then, he gave
orders that they cultivate the Roses Since then, prosperity has returned
with them, and the harmony latent in all things resurfaced again,
returning that dreamland to his august and perpetual happiness…
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Tradition has it that Paje was later married to the Princess and became a
King kind…
Zeus had said to Aquiles Tacio, that if the flowers all wanted to choose a
Queen, It could not be other than the Rose. She is the ornament of the
earth, the divine explosion of God over the wild plains, the sheet of
snow that crowns the almond trees in bloom, the symbol of Spring.
In it, the drop of dew stops and flickers like a pearl. The beauty of
everything created, in them it has its synthesis and is like a message of
lyrics daydreams for the subtle souls.
In a remote time, it was the Priests themselves who first They built their
Temples and centuries, so that they allowed the profane to take care
of sacred constructions.
In this way, the Construction Societies chose as a symbol the Rose and
This emblem was so widespread that, even today, as a habitual
reminiscence of the past, we still talk about rosettes when referring to
the ornaments of some buildings without keeping and no relation with
the symbolic Rose in terms of its form.
In the castle of Heidelberg, so visited today by tourists, we find on the
Main door five Roses and, on them, a square. Also in the Cathedral of
Santiago de Chile, a Cross with seven Roses is noticed, which proves
that the Priests builders did not belong to a Guild only, but were
certainly members of the Order Rosa Cruz.
During the Crusades, many Castles were made on the way to the Holy
Land and they all have a common one, a rose. Was it the step of the
Knights Templar ?
They were Pilgrimages of the Initiates Rosa Cruz ? Thus, in the Greek
Convent of San Jorge, Everywhere we see Roses sculpted in stone.
Herodotus tells that in Babylon Silver Roses were made and these were
put as a divine attribute and as an offering of love to the Gods.
Mythology says that the first Rose came out of the foam of the sea when
Aphrodite, seeing Adonis wounded, runs to help him. At this moment, a
white Rosal had sprouted from between the waters and the same
Aphrodite is wounded with a thorn staining with her blood the Roses
that, since then, took their dye of purple.
Another legend says, that the first Rosa only had thorns and when the
Gods put their sacred nectar on her, she sprang up, erect and Lush, in the
shape of a flower.
There is still another tradition, that when Aphrodite mourns the death of
Adonis, her tears are mixed with the blood of this God from whose
fusion springs like an ember the Pink.
It was like this. Three Goddesses in Ida, disputed the prize of the Beauty.
Two of the opponents, Atena and Here, demanded that Aphrodite give up
her belt, since only with that spell he had a marked advantage and could
get the win.
After prolonged discussions, Aphrodite is deprived of her magical belt
and allowed to adorn herself with flowers that she herself would like to
choose to compensate this prohibition.
Then, bathe Aphrodite and is surprised to see that her belt, which was
going to be stripped, I had transformed into Roses.
Upon entering Ida, Aphrodite, everyone was stunned ... The same
Goddesses opponents, they no longer waited for the Paris decision, but
rather prostrated themselves before she declaring her more beautiful than
any, thanks to her ornaments of Roses.
What were the Roses for Aphrodite as the Feminine Goddess of Beauty,
what they were also for Dionysos, the masculine principle as God, which
conquers a triumph similar thanks to a crown of Roses that he had as
winner, as Dithyrambos.
This myth of Dithyrambos and Baco is very curious and in our book
"BIORITMO" He forgot to mention it. Baco was born twice. One of
Sémele's breast and another of the thigh of Jupiter.
In the dances in honor of Dionysos and of Love, a rhythm of 23 and 28
measures. In its beginning, the Greeks knew the rhythm. The Ditirambo
later went on to play a leading role in poetry, giving it a complimentary
expression, which was later discredited in Athens.
Only Rome, the warrior, forgot the Roses for centuries and adorned her
heroes and victors with other flowers. The Mirtos.
Plato tells that to the applied and careful children, they should be
presented with crowns of Roses, as the Egyptians had done before.
Afterwards, we find the Roses again in Rome. Cicero narrates, that when
they wanted to place Scipio Africanus the crown of Roses, at most prize
to his exploits, it broke causing the laughter in the Romans.
But Licinio he exclaimed: There is no need to laugh. The Head of Scipio
is too important and venerable and they break up to the Roses.
With the intrusion of Christianity, the Roses returned to flourish as
emblems and celebrated their just triumph in the eternal City.
Pliny tells us that in his time, shipments of Roses from Spain, Milan,
were brought and Alexandria to exorcise the tables.
You have news that in Venice, to make more fantastic the departures of
the characters and potentates in their gondolas, millions of roses were
thrown into the sea by the route that the ships had to take.
Christianity itself, with Mary, took the Rose again as a symbol. The
Rose Moldy, small plant of the fungi family, was formed when a few
drops of Blood of the Redeemer fell on the moss that grew under the
Cross of Golgotha.
For the first Christians, the white rose is the result of the tears of the
Magdalena who with her tears, washes the purple rose and it turns white.
The Rose was declared a saint by one of the Popes and since then, the
Pope blesses, A rose of Gold with which it gives to the Churches that,
according to him, are distinguished in the cult.
Now, the Dew in German, is called TAU and the German is one of the
Languages Archaic TAU in Greek, is the Cross. So it's been said and you
can keep saying, like expressed by the Hermetic Works, that the ROSA-
CRUZ were the manipulators of the ROCIO that as much as Rocío and
Cruz unite in the word TAU.
Observe, Disciple, this Key: Two are one and one is nothing ... Because
the Dew, after having left the Alchemist, his essence and strength, he
leaves, nothing is done ...
This is truly symbolic and delicate for religious spirits, but not
only. Open a Botany and find hundreds of flowers in our area without
We need to rely exclusively on that of India. Still at the Lotus Flower, he
is missing something very essential to lend itself to a symbol that is the
Aroma.
He lacks it in absolute and if in some regions it preserves some, it is a
detestable smell.
How different are our Roses. Planted in the mud, they go little by little
removing it and chemically burning the slag until it turns into a stalk,
leaves, in flower, in delicious aroma ...
That is the basis of its great value and ethical teaching. We, as the Roses
or as plants that produce them, we live constantly in misery, in the mud
of our to live stinking and crapulous and we have to transform ourselves,
burning our own scum, so that in us a virtuous and essential Man may
arise one day.
I mean, you have to verify or perform the miracle by consuming of
turning our animal nature into spiritual, the evil angel in good, our
shadows in radiant light ...
The Rose is a symbol of Beauty. But that symbol is not born from its
form, nor from its color. The hue of its nuances can be a true iris with
varieties divinely combined. Its form will be the most appropriate and
symbolic.
Everything in it will lend itself to give the strictest sense of Beauty, but
its true intrinsic value, is as a whole, in its totality. And Homer, in his
lyrics, the compare with the Morning Dawn and sing ecstatically before
his set, like a Sun expressive.
The Rose is the symbol of Love. The ancient peoples understood it and
the They offered to the Gods of Love of both sexes. Theocrito tells, that
the lovers are they passed each other on the fingers, leaves of Roses and
if they dreamed, forced by this sweet spell, they were for them a great
test of love and fidelity.
In Tannhausser, Wagner says: Whose heart is inflamed with love carries
a Crown of roses. And another vate from past eras, exclaims: How soon
I saw a everything was transformed into a rose ...
The Rose is the symbol of Happiness. Cicero already expresses, that the
happy ones have bed of roses…
Among the ancient Germans and, above all, among the Knights of the
Table Round that they were looking for the Holy Grail, they used a
crown of oak hung or put on the table and in the center stood a rose as a
symbol of silence.
Some speakers of those times say that just as the leaves of the flower of
the rose are united without letting in the slightest bit, in the same way it
must be the secret, impassable.
The Rose is the symbol of the Instability that presides over everything
that is born and dies ...
Today we see the Rose, fresh, erect and fresh. Tomorrow, yellow, limp
and withered ... So in the ancient Mysteries, the white rose was the
symbol of Death and the emblem of destruction.
La Rosa, is a constant memento mori that at every step should make us
remember that we are dust and dust we must convert. It is a permanent
announcement that death is around us at every moment.
Truly, it is curious that on no occasion are the Roses lacking. We offer it
to the beloved woman and even later we see her placed on the coffin of
the poor dead bride ...
Finally, it is the symbol of Virginity. Everything that is pure,
immaculate, clean and modest, is embodied in the Rose that never loses
its perfume although hands
impure people touch her. The same orange blossom, in some countries,
is placed in the hands of the
espoused as a symbol of her virginity. At the birth of the Sun, the veil of
Hymenaeus as the orange blossom flowers will have withered ...