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the dogs daivas lifted upwards slowly and Uncle Kurt, who seemed to dispose of an effective
support point under his feet. Such point of support didn’t reach me, and for that reason I
hurried to cling to his waist, remaining literally haning in space, without any base, and noticing
that Uncle Kurt shrugged accusing my dead weight.
The ascent was prolonged for some seconds, until I lost the notion of height. In the
interim, I achieve to descry with the eyehole the peaks of the Taheebos, the ceilings of the
Property and, in a screen cut, the population of Cerrillos, artifiaclly illuminated by the street
lamps. We were not moving evenly, but the ascent was accelerated in the measure that we
gained height. In a given moment, Uncle Kurt, beyond the Kula and Akula, impressed the
complex metal orders and the dogs daivas, without stopping their movement, realized the
svipa-Lung. The order coming from the Eternal Spirit had whiplash effect and, not only the
dogs daivas: I felt it too, and I verified the power, the terrible power that is capable to
demonstrate a Hyperborean Initiate, a Man of God.
If I would have to refer to the time, I would say that the flight thorugh Time and Space
not lasted more than a second. However, such downfall into the most impenetrable blackness
didn’t transmit a sensation of temporality but eternity, to be out from the life and death, and
every lapse.
After that instant without time, in which without any doubt I experienced the
impression of a jump, a decelerated descent began, during which I distinguished the habitual
objects again, skies, mountains, houses, trees, lights. The journey was composed, then, of here
phases: one, the accelerated ascent, with permanent perception of heaven and stars; the
second, of the jump svadi-Lung properly said, in which I lacked of every contextual visison,
except for Uncle Kurt; and the third, of decelerated desent, in which reassuringly I re-
encountered upon me the cosmic womb of the starry sky.
It’d be the 22 or 23 hrs. of the day March 22 of 1980, when my feet thouched the ground
of the Chacra of Belicena Villca, in Tafí del Valle. I stepped on firm land and, nevertheless, my
knees loosened a little, until Uncle Kurt landed, whose feet were in all moment one meter
above mine: I repeat that I travelled «hanging» from his waist.
But once I recovered stability, I removed my hands from Uncle Kurt and I wielded the
Itaka. I didn’t finish reorienting myself and I obeyed to his gesture that indicated to crouch.
Repidly, all went gaining sense for me: we were barricaded behind an enormous black car. The
car of the Asian killers!
Uncle Kurt communicated me with a finger upon the mouth to staly in silence, and then
he signalized towards the front, beyond the car. I glimpsed for over the capot, and I saw a house
at no more than thirty meters, shedding profuse light towards the exterior darkness through a
row of three lateral windows. It seems, that the car was not parked parallel to the vertex of the
angle of the house, what permitted us to dominate, apart for the widows of one side, the door
of entrance situated on the other. The door, closed, was enmarked over a plane of forty five
grades at the left; and we would have to arrive thitherto.
Undoubtedly, we counted with the surprise factor. The cans had thigtened against the
floor as serpents, commanded mentally by Uncle Kurt, and there they would stay. We were
going to advance towards the door, to start the attack, when a human scream, a strident yowl
of pain, nailed us in the site: they were tormenting someone inside! Then we ran towards the
door as silently as possible.

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