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In that morning the Dr. Palacios removed my plaster. The arm was cured but a horrible
sensation of weakness still persisted that reminded me the terrible efficacy of the Tibetan dogs.

The last narrations of Uncle Kurt went clarifying everything… at the same time that
they submerged me in a major Mystery.His Initiation, the mission of the Tibet, the Power of
the Sign of the Origin, the incredible kinship of his Instructor Konrad Tarstein with Belicena
Villca, and the matter of the dogos. Yes, all went clarifying, but at the same time the Mystery of
my own existence was growing. Every moment new elements went incorporating to the context
of my life: unknown relatives, unknown Doctrins, remote countries, ruthless enemies. But, who
was me? Of one thing I was sure now: I never had the minimum chance to escape from history,
I had never been free to choose my Destiny, I never disposed a whit of freewill. All was illusion,
everything was a farce. I felt played, as a chessman, by inhuman beings who evidently knew the
rules of the game and the position of the pieces: the board was the Mystery, that I scarcely
glimpsed, but that I could not encompass for being inserted therein.

I comprehended that I had to take away those ideas pessimist ideas from my mind to
not go mad. And paradoxically, when Uncle Kurt didn’t make me participant of his narration,
entertained me observing the dogs daivas, but I not feared them anymore: I was waiting,
whereas, for my Uncle to comply his promise to reveal me the bijas of the Yantra. According to
him, I could control them with the mind too.

Chapter XXIV

To all this –continued Uncle Kurt that afternoon– the three days had passed by and a
cold dawn saw us leaving the Monastery towards the Tibet. The caravan was composed now by

the five officers , five of the holite carriers of the Dacca, who accepted the carriage to the
Tibet, and ten lopas kâulikâs, experts in Martial Arts and Tantric Magic. The journey of the
Himalayas was realized through a path only known by the monks, that avoided every
population until entering well into the valley Gangri but that was at more than 5.000 metres
high and passed next to the slope of Kula Gangri, majestic peak of 7.600 metres.

Once in the plateau of the Tibet, the country of Pey-Yul, we had to march straighly
towards the North; the plan of von Grossen seemed misbegotten at the beginning, although

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