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I entered to the bed, I’d say jubilantly. How had everything changed for good! How I had
changed for good! The night was starry and little fresh, perhaps announcing the beginning of
autumn. At the beginning I thought to read the book of Konrad Tarstein, but then I refrained. I
was also a little tired and I didn’t want to lose control, I didn’t want that the actual joy
domitante me completely: if Uncle Kurt awaited 35 years to read it. Why should I get
impatient? I was not capable to wait just one more day? And then, after generating so fatuous
thoughts, I turned off the light and disposed myself to sleep.
Oh Gods, how fool! In that I had become now, apart of «illuminated by the Hyperborean
WIsdom», that certainly had nothing to do with what happened. It was me, disproportionate
pride by the effect of all what I knew in so little time and that inflated me as peafowl, the only
guilty that the Disgrace, which lurked, be trown such night upon us. Of course; I do not discard
nor underestimate the awesome surveillance that the enemy maintains above the entire World,
or «over many Worlds», according to the concepts that the Captain Kiev employed with
Belicena Villca. No; I am not going to underestimate the attentive task of observation that the
Demons developed trying to find Uncle Kurt; perhaps such guard would have given its fruits
and they would have found him by some manner. But about what occurred such night I
was the main responsible! ¡¡¡A hundred times, a thousand times, it would have been
preferable for me to read the book of Tarstein, as I wished «normally», instead to do
what I did!!!

As I said, I turned off the light and I disposed myself to sleep. I saw the starry sky
through the crystals, and I closed my eyes. But, being still very nervous, apart of tired, I
decided to go to sleep mentalizing the Kilkor svadi. And that would be the fatal
mistake!
Uncle Kurt revealed me the form of the Kilkor and made demonstrations upon the
mental dominion tht permitted to exert on the dogs daivas. I comprehended then that the
«whistle» employed to throw the dogs upon me, when I enterted to his property furtively, it
was not really an audible sound: it was my unconscious predisposition to capt the symbols of
the Kilkor, from «beyond Kula and Akula», the cause of the perception of the of the order of
Uncle Kurt. The same had happened with the whinings of the Tibetan dogos that expressed
their restrained desire to attack: it was all mental, extrasensorial prceptions, symbols that the
ignorance of my reason translated as originated by sounds, the illusion of sounds. Of course
that just Me, or someone who possessed as Me «the Sign of the Origin» would have been able to
hear them: any «normal» person, no matter how much training could have in his auditive sense,
would have just noticed the presence of the dogs when the mortal jaws would have been closed
on his members.
At last, Uncle Kurt had remained, as many things that remained unfinished, to permit
that I employ it according to his indications; but the occasion never came and I didn’t reach to
effectuate any kind of practice on the dogs. Such night, missing fifteen or twenty minutes for
the 12, I amused myself a while fixing the image of the Kilkor in the mind and then, without
reflecting on it, I emitted an order. It means, that I composed the word of an order without
imagining that this one would be fulfilled relentlessly. It was a simple directive; «bark» I
thought which in some mode permitted to suppose what would happen.
Instantly, the dogs emitted a wolfish howl, heartrening, and they started to howl in

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