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improbable for you to imagine, because you don’t know how a mind capable to possess
consciousness in may Worlds at once behaves. I’ll just tell you that the drug, a flawless form of
archetypal honey, produced an accelerate process of animic strengthening, a formidable
inyection of energy for the instinve will of the Soul that in the Hyperborean Initiates is usually
dominated by the irresistible will of the Uncreated Spirit. And that sudden evolution of the
Soul caused a bloodly degradation, like a weakening of the Symbol of the Origin, present in the
Pure Blood, as an actualization of the physical body, which lost all its capacities to
move independently from the Time and synchronized all its biological clocks with the
Time of this World. Therefore, I remained prisoner of the cultural context, attached to the
reality of such little population of Jujuy. Naturally I tried to escape anyway: the lapis
oppositionis were not useful anymore because I lost the external orientation towards the
Origin and resulted impossible for me to practice the strategic opposition. But I didn’t reach
too far. Before leaving the Province I was already in hands of the agents of the Shin Bet. They
guided me to the Franciscan Monastery of Our Lady of Miracles, in Salvador, Jujuy, where most
of the priests seemed to be under their orders. In a sordid dungeon, from the times of the
colony, I was submitted to a refined interrogation during which many different drugs were
administered to me. The questions were few and precise; always the same: Where was the
extraterrestrial Stone? What happened with my son Noyo? Where I was going to? What were
my orders? Was any terrestrial contact, some Initiate who shares the operation, or I was just by
myself?
Abbreviating, Dr. Siegnagel, I believe that I ended to confess almost everything, unable
to resist the effect of the drugs which avoided me even the representation of the Sign of the
Death, with it I could disembody right there. Anyhow, Noyo was already safe in the Secret
Cavern: I sensed it long time ago and I received confirmatory sings of the Gods. I was falling,
but the Strategy of was triumphing! The command of the Lord of the War had been totally
accomplished and nothing, from part of the House of Tharsis, would avoid the Final Battle!
Now was only missing that the Hyperborean Pontiff, the Lord of the Absolute Orientation and
his Order of Wise Constructors, find the Wise Sword: and that was completely out from our
hands.
As you will comprehend, these reflections belong to the present. In such terrible
moment, when my will resulted impotent to dominate the tongue, an indescribable anguish
affected me: I was being humillated in my dignity of Hyperboran Initaite and I felt as a betrayal,
as an unforgivable lack of honor, the involuntary confesion that they were extracting from me.
Even though, we had already considered such possibility. But in those moments I just
wanted to die, even if the damn Rabbis not desired anything else than to conserve me alive: I
was barely physically tortured, due to all their actions were directed to bow down and destroy
my psychic structure. They were not going to kill me, and they said it clearly, because my body
was untouchable, as the one of Rudoph Hess. Dr. Siegnagel: I was reserved for a Ritual
Sacrifice that Bera and Birsha in person would effectuate.

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