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–Here it is! –Exclaimed the Naaseen Master– It is the consecrated image of the Serpent
God. To obtain it people pass through hard tests, sometimes for a lifetime. But you don’t need
to pass any test because you are carrier of the sign.

With a sharp dagger that he extracted from the girdle, cut a green cord of a bundle that
was hanging on the wall and, stringing the silver replica in a lasso, he put it in my neck. Then he
looked me into the eyes, in such intense form that I couldn’t have never forget. Neither his
words, which he pronounced very strong voice, ritually. He got me caught with his left arm
and was elevating me so I could be seen by everyone, while with the index finger of the right
hand he signalizes to the Serpent God and said this:

–Initiates of the Liberator Serpent! Followers of the Serpent of Uncreated Light!

Worshippers of the Revenger Serpent! Behold the Keeper of the Sign of the Origin!
To the one that can comprehends with His Sign to the Serpent; To the one that can
obtain the Highest Wisdom which is given to know to the Earthen Man! Inside of this
Divine child, in the bosom of the eternal Spirit, the Symbol of the Origin of our God and of all
the Spirits prisoners in the Matter. And that Symbol of the Origin has been manifested in the
Sign that we, and no one else, have been capable to see: Divine child; he can comprehend the
Serpent from inside! But we, thanks to him, his liberator Sign, have comprehended it
outside, and now nothing will stop us!

–Yes, yes, We can leave! –Screamed in choir the unrestrained Ophite Initiates.

Time passed by and all was getting calm in the shelter of the Ophite Order. The Arabs
were preparing some kind of preparative, and I, exited by the serpentine gift and tranquilized
for the good treat of the Naassen Master, I didn’t distrust when he gave me a glass of
refreshing mint. A few minutes later I fell prey of a deep doze, surely due to a narcotic thrown
into the drink.

When I woke uo I was with my parents, in the British Sanatorium of Cairo, with a
doctor, of white smock, who was vainly trying to convince them that I was just sleeping.

With the pass of the years, I went reconstructing the actions that took me to my
liberation. It seems that the Police Chief moved quickly, fearing that the kidnapping of a
member of the rich and influential family von Sübermann, would conclude with a purge in the
Police Department who head –Would be the first to roll – was him. Through some confidents,
beggars, slackers or simple witnesess, they found out without doubts that the authors of the
kidnapping were the fanatic members of the millenary gnostic Order of the «Ophites»,
considered inoffensive and even very wise.

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