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My only ally –I thought at the beginning of the meditation, threw a spooky conclusion:
in the measure that I eliminated possibilities, all the organizations remained in one side
(enemy) and in the other no one.

As much as I tried to polarize Manicheanly the myriad of Religions, Sects, Associations,
Secret Societies, Organizations, Groups, Orders, Leagues, Brotherhoods and Fraternities, I
didn’t achieve to discern neither one that would have ray of Uncreated Light, a gleam of the
Primordial Truth of the Spirit. However, if everything that Belicena Villca affirmed about the
Origin of the Uncreated Spirit was true, if the Spirit could only experience hostility for this
World, to the Judaic Culture that predominates in this World, would result strange the result
of my reflections. On the contrary, would be logic that being in the White Fraternity on the
point to realize the Universal Synarchy, as in the XIII century, not existed but one organization
of Initiated in the Hyperborean Wisdom. Yes: in the same manner that in the XIII century the
Circulus Domini Canis was opposed to the plans of the White Fraternity, perhaps now would
just exists the Order of Wise Constructors of the Lord of the Absolute Orientation.

–In that moment, –I felt gaunt, feeling that an anguish, very similar to the terror,
ascended from the stomach to the throat– then I must don’t wait for any concrete help to
realize my mission. I am left to my own forces! –It was for me hard to accept this.

The mission proposed by Belicena Villca was clearly task of that required the
performance of a superior man, of someone gifted with much more than what I had in that
moment. If I was sure about something was that the spiritual aid would be indispensable for
the fulfilment of the mission. But the help, according to my recent conclusions should not be
expected from human organizations: there could be no intermediaries between the
spiritual and Me. It was evident then, that the spiritual help would have to be manifested
directly inside of me; that God, or the «Liberator Gods», or my own Spirit, Eternal, Uncreated,
Infinite, would respond to the help request, they would have to do it in the in the depths of my
psychic intimacy.

Since long time ago I felt of a kind suffocation, an oppression in the chest to which I
didn’t give much importance, due to I attributed it to the torrid February. This presumption
vanished soon, because the nights in Salta are usually rather fresh, even in summer, and this
was not the exception. I noticed it immediately when I opened the window: I saw the park
dimly illuminated by the twilight of the four hours, at the same time when a cold breeze that
obeyed me to shut the wicket. Standing by the window, strangely suffocated by an unknown
anguish, I thought awkwardly that in some minutes later would com the dawn.

A sensation of cosmic loneliness had disengaged me little by little, without noticing it,
and finally it attained to penetrate till the depths of my Soul. For an instant I thought that the

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