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the frontal attack. The surprise was the determinant factor of the success of our Strategy and
for this reason we were moving with extreme caution.

At a quarter past one, and at some three hundred metres from the watchtower, we
entered in the lake. The three of us were Inititates and we knew how to release the heat of the
Kundalini igneous energy to avoid the freezing, but without any doubt that in such aquatic
environment of highlands the kâulikas advanced me: the practices of the Hata yoga of the
were concentrated mainly to resist with the naked body the low and dry temperatures of the
Bavarian Alps. Therefore, I was still trembling with cold, when we arrived to the White Isle
mineutes later, without being heard by the duskhas.

On the posterior part of the Temple, the three invaders climbed up to the starry
aperture whereby ingressed for days ago the unfortunate Gangi. Was almost the one o’clock in
the dawning. Since then we should act with mathematical precision, because existed the
possibility that the interior guards would try to kill Oskar at recovering from the surprise of the
attack.

At the one and five seconds, with Germanic exactitude, a powerful exterior explosion
made vibrate the Temple and left the guards paralyzed. In that instant, while the Hell was
being untied, I jumped from the window, rolled trough the floor towards the altar, I stood up
abruptly, and with just one burst at the back and they died unknowing what was happening,
riveted against the door of the Temple towards which they were turned. A fairer offering than
Oskar Feil was the one that received the horrible idol, behind which I had barricaded in
prevention in that the door could be opened and other guards would have ingressed.

The kâulikas, who arrived seconds later next to the altar, were occupied to cut the
ligatures and remove the gag that impeded Oskar to talk, who was already free from the effect
of the narcotics.

–Kurt! Kurt von Sübermann! –Screamed astonished–. Is it you really or am I dreaming?

–It’s me, it’s me! –I affirmed with impatience–. Prepare yourself that we have to flee as
soon as possible from here. I’ll explain you everything later.

The poor Oskar could not remain standing up.

They retained him for seven days handcuffed in the altar and they just fed him the
indispensable as to maintain him alive till the day os his execution. The lopa and I put each one
a shoulder under his arms and we retreated to the end of the Temple lifting him in the air.

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