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and they possessed the certainty of the Eternal Spirit; and because they felt an essential
hostility against the «Potencies of the Matter», that permitted them to exhibit an
indescribable strength before any enemy. They had maintained themselves «outside of the
History», trying to preserve the heritage of the Hyperborean Wisdom of the White Atlanteans.
They were Initiates who acted conscious about their spiritual responsibility. They complied
with the «Strategy» of their Gods and the Gods came and guided them.

I, otherwise, was incomparably weaker. I didn’t distinguish so clearly as them between
Soul and Spirit, although the lecture of the letter provoked me as a revelation of «Spiritual
Self», like an undeniable intuition about the truth of the Spirit chained to the matter; but by
now it was just a spiritual intuition. I neither received an esoteric tradition, an inherited
wisdom, and much less the possibility to be initiated in the real Mystery of the Spirit: I
searched, however, the truth for many years, as I’ll narrate later, and I even reached to discover
by myself the reality of the Universal Synarchy, but I never thought to fight against such
satanic forces, neither never imagined that it would be necessary to do it,
indispensable, inevitable, a matter of Honor. On the contrary, as the well-known tango
expresses, «I yielded without fight»: I let that the sentimentalism soften my heart, that the
decadent mores of the century impregnate me, the same in which the Occidental Culture sinks
slowly, without react. And I never react because I lacked from moral reflects, I was asleep,
perhaps due to in deeply, I had fear to fight and react, to face so powerful forces. O God! They
had converted me in a useful idiot, in a stupid pacifist!

But things would change from now on: If it was necessary to kill, I would!; I’d do
anything before to yield in front of the Enemy of the Spirit, described by Belicena Villca. I just
needed help, some type of spiritual help. In sum, I was decided to reach to the end, as I said, all
my forces were with the Cause of the House of Tharsis, but I was also realist, conscious of my
limitations, and I knew that without help I wouldn’t reach anywhere. But, who could come in
my assistance? I couldn’t decide it for the moment, but is about I’d be occupied to think in the
next hours.

I parked the car in the garage of the Tower in which I lived since some years ago and I
went up through a detestable spiral staircase of concrete until the elevators. Some minutes
later, I was comfortably embedded in my pyjamas, disposed to meditate about what worried
me.

«Three ambiences are too big for just one man» my parents repeated it endless
times it to me when I acquired it, but now the Department not seemed to, due to the
disordered accumulation of archaeological objects, publications and books. In reality I destined
a small room for the books with shelves in the four walls; but promptly the capacity of this
library was filled and the new books went gaining the other ambiences as undesirable guests.

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