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Return to the Origin, just as was entrusted to us by the Wise Cainites. All the hope of the Race
was on me and I could not fail. And worst of all, I was hearing the voice of Shamash who was
speaking about a Dog of Heaven who was saying:
–O Sirius! O Zion! O Divine Dog! Your never smirched Face must contemplate how the
followers of Kristos Lucifer, the envoy of the Unknowable, they rise against the Plan of the
One, they defy the cosmic laws seek to abandon the Universe of Suns. Will we permit, the
Architects of All the Worlds that the Slave Spirits set free from the yoke of cycles, the
mavantaras and pralayas? Answer, O You, who lives in the Peace of the One. Tell us if we can
accept that the anointed Lucifer, the Kristos, reveals the Mystery of the Vril to the Spirits that
are attached to the evolution of our Holy Wills. Behold that The Envoy has established in our
Mansion, and from there he encourages the Redemption of the Pure Blood. He illuminates the
inner-self of men with a New Sun that no one sees, a Black Sun that evokes the Divine Origin
of the Spirit and awakes the Nostalgia of the Return. Will we permit this abomination, O
Sirius? If they discover the Path of Return to the Uncreated Worlds, what will be of our
planetary chains, entrusted to the doubtful development of the monads? We must stop them!
O Sirius-Zion, Shepherd Dog One who takes care of the Cosmic Flock!, sink your teeth in the
Redeemer Serpent and liberate us from the threat of the spiritual liberation! And maintain
forever the slavery of those who are similar to the Unknowable without knowing
what they are!
–O Nimrod fear not! –Exclaimed the Princess when she noticed that the countenance of
the moribund Kassite’s King was turning darker–. We have triumph, O you, the defeater of
Kokabiel! While the Demons were screaming with their blasphemous voices around the whole
world I was trying to fulfill the mission of the Race and find the Path to Return. For it I was
concentrating my attention in the Black Sun, due to it was the only way to conserve the
strategic advantage obtained by the purity of blood, when a vividly light emerged from
behind that Racial Centre. Was a green ray, of ineffable purity, which crossed the Uncreated
Centre and revealed, for our Lineage, the Original Gates of the Lost Mansions. O Nimrod in an
instant everything became clear, all confusion was dissipated! I could never be astray anymore
because I knew that we have never been lost, neither confused, nor sinned, nor fallen.
Moreover, we have never moved. O Nimrod! When the totality of the Great Deceit was
dissipated I had the certainty that we would not have to return due to we were there
unknowing it. We have conquered the Freedom of the spirit, Brave Nimrod! And the absolute
possibility to be ourselves, our own creation, to be ourselves in the womb of our own
birth. Is the Will of the Unknowable, Divine Nimrod that we can do anything!
Princess Isa pronounced the last words, accompanying the last whisper of the
Hyperborean King: –He already had the secret of the Return to descend from the hawthorn,
when I saw you in the entrance of the infamous initiator cavern, but was good to give a proof of
the purity reached by the lineage of Kus that the Final Battle between the Kassites of Nimrod
and the Demons of Chang Shambhala be released. To perpetuate the remembrance of this feat
in the racial memory of the men who are still chained and to be evoked at the end of the Era of
the Fish, when the thirteen Gods will recover the Crown of Lucifer and will definitely awake the
Hyperborean populations. Then Chang Shambhala with its Demons will fall, and in an endless
Fire Holocaust the damn work of the Demiurge Jehovah Satan will succumb.
Nimrod was lying dead in Chang Shambhala. Beside him, with a grimace of indescribable
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