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Think in the scene: in the general form of the entities nothing has changed; the tree, the
ground, the house, the Sky, the cloud, the bodies, all the objects continue being the same; but
now, were also overflowing of a seething life of Divine eyes, of eyes that look with
natural Love. Think in the tree, all composed by eyes, and in the house, or in the Sky,
composed by eyes too, and think that the thousands of myriads from the tree to the
house and from the house to the tree, and of both to the Sky, are the lasos that bind
and relegate the entities and constitute the superstructure of the reality: a structure
of objects linked to each other by the Will of the Creator and the natural love of the Great
Mother.
If you have imagined it, it must be thought that in that scene in which I was, appalled by the
omnipresent eyes of Avalokiteshvara, «Who sees everything», and shaken in my emotional
nature for the intense Love of the Great Mother, for her unlimited Mercy. Thus, first was the
fascination for the scintillae and then the fright of the panoptic boiling; and the major fright
was to verify that my own body was constituted by millions of compassive eyes. And this
phenomenon, terrible, demential, explains why my hand stopped before taking the hearts of
the interior of the black hat.
–Neffe! Arturo! –The voice of Uncle Kurt was heard at many meters of distance–. I knew that
this would happen and I know what you’re seeing. Don’t be afraid that all is illusion: we still can
fulfil our objective. Can you hear me?
–Yes, Uncle Kurt –I replied astonished–. I hear you as if your voice be very far, and I am very
influenced by this profusion of eyes that nature manifests, for that monster in which the World
had become.
–Listen to me well, Arturo: you’ll do exactly what I requested to you and you will answer my
questions. You’ll communicate me what you will see, because here are no more eyes
that yours: all the eyes of Avalokiteshvara are illusory, are projections of your own
emotional weakness.
I made an effort and I turned towards the direction from where the voice came. I saw millions
of brilliant eyes, but where Uncle Kurt was, where his eyes should be, I just saw two empty
basins, two craters of impenetrable blackness, two opened windows to Another World: I
released a scream of fright and turned the gaze onwards.
–Are you with me, Arturo? –Uncle Kurt asked abnormally.
–Yes Uncle Kurt, I responded once again.
–You’ll realize the Work: I will just put, at the Beginnig, the Sign of the Origin upon the Fire
Stone!
I remembered the words of Birsha in the Letter of Belicena Villca: «the mortal men, the Earthen
Men, that evolved from the clay, from the Fire Stone at the Beginning which reflected a monad
similar to The One, would reach to be at Last individuals identical to the Stone of Fire, as
Metraton, the Celestial Man, the realized Archetype, the Lamb Son of Binah; they would be
thus when the Temple be ready, and each one occupy his place in the construction, according to
the symbol of the Messiah; would be thus in the days in which the Kingdom of YHVH be fulfil
in the Earth; and King Messiah would reign; and the Shekhinah will be manifested»… So
many eyes! Yes: such terrible manifestation of Avalokiteshvara, of the Great Mother Binah, was
also the Shekhinah, as Zechariah described it: «these optical roots of the Tree of YHVH

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