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looking at me with extortionate eyes.
I didn’t delay to understand the motive of his horror: it was the buzz, the
unmistakable buzz of the honeybee. In reality, such euphonic sound of the Dordje was only
adverted when its complementary effects were already occurring. At the beginning I didn’t
notice it, but then, naturally after that Uncle Kurt perceived it, I heard it clearly, filling the
ambience with the sensation of the arrival of an innumerable swarm. But at that height was
impossible to react because the pressure over the heart not admitted distractions. I left myself
to fall backwards, until my head hit the pillow, and I relaxed myself the best I could;
unconsciously I covered my ears with the hands, but the mortal sound still penetrated, at each
instant with more intensity; and the heart, completely out of control, seemed to go out from
my chest. And the worst had not come yet.
I experienced a growing paralysis in all the body and I reasoned, at the end of the
psychical resistence, that the better mental tactic to fight against the powerful Force of the
Demons’ Will would consist into concentrate the thought in an idea far from the trrible reality
of the Dordje. To think on another thing, but on what? Oh Gods, how much greedy of ideas can
turn a dreamy imagination as mine in such limit situation, when the animal life is in danger!
And how much more greedy can turn if, as the Hyperborean Wisdom assures, the Created Soul
is willing to betray us due to its substance is part of the Creator, participant of his Archetype
and image and likeness! There I verified it without doubts: the Sould would always betray the
Spirit, the Self, to favour the Will of the Demons, that belong to the White Hierarchy in which
the Creator-One splits and incarcerates! Because suddenly came to me a saviour idea at last:
was a remembrance of universitary my student days, when I assisted to classes of Biology. And
I didn’t let myself to be carried away by the memory; and it seemed that I liberated myself for a
moment from the pressure of the Dordje. Yes; the Soul, owner of the memory and
remembrances, had finally obeyed the will of the Self and was taking me out from such deadly
reality. Was a class of Biology, I remembered it perfectly; I was surrounded by tens of
classmates; upon what treated the class? Oh, yes! Physiology of insects! Now the Professor
Jacobo Cañás was entering to the Magistral Classroom and started to develop the class. Theme:
«the common bee»; also classified with the name of Apis mellifica by Linneo; Apis doméstica
by Reaumur; Apis cerifera by Scopoli; Apis gregaria by Geoffroy; and many other names with
which Great Naturists have designed the same insect».
I lacked of forces to go out from the remembrance. Some inside of me, the same that
was trying to sink me in the Abyss the night of the seism of Salta, have betrayed me once again.
Of, if I would have ascended for succor up the Virgin of Agartha; as then, if I would have been
rapted by her Divine Grace! With securtity, such rapture of the Absolute Woman was what the
kâulikas called the Kula. The Kula would have converted me in Akula, in living Shiva, and the
Spirit would have been situated «beyond the Kula and Akula». With security, then, that was the
real path of salvation to go out from fence of the Demons, that I didn’t know to find at the first
instance for manifested lack of faith in Myself, for the distrust in the fact that my Spirit could
be really loved by the Goddess of the Eternal Liberation.
Instead, I remained in the class of the Professor Jacobo Cañás: «the buzz of the
hymenopterans is generally a combination of three different tones, generated in different
organs. The most intense is the one of the wings, although is of the minor frequency: for a

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