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–Uncle Kurt, don’t leave! Don’t let me here alone!
Then I heard such thunderous horselaugh that my Uncle emitted with inevitable
spontaneity: it didn’t constitute a jape, but the expression of his animic state.
–And you were who questioned my obstination, when I resisted staying alone in this
Hell, after the Second World War? –He asked laughing. Go, be brave neffe Arturo! Or I will have
to ask you as Belicena Villca if you are capable to be a Kshatriya? But I know that you
understand why I do it: is part of the Strategy of the Führer. The hunting that has
begun will be imitated by thousands of werewolves-of-Stone. I will have the honour to
determine the End of the Wild boar and the Bee Age, as the Spike of the Virgin will
destroy the Age of the Dove. You are like me and I am like you. If I am, you are: that was
the Strategy of the von Sübermann’s Lineage, that we couldn’t know until now; the
Secret of the Tulkus. Today, the Sign of the Origin is in you, in the lobe of your ear; and
those who have Pure Blood will see it. For that reason the lapis philosophorum adopted
the form of the flowers of stone: because such lotuses are the ornament of
Avalokiteshvara, the earrings that the Mercifulness One puts on the ears of the
signalized with the Sign of the Origin, to cover the Sign of the Origin. You have
obtained them in the matrix of the projections because your own Sign of the Origin has
remained uncovered: Its tops have fallen! And that is the Great Work! You are now
the Sign of the Origin, and you are, in the Origin of the Eternal and Uncreated Spirit,
just as Me! I never saw the Sign of the Origin. You remember?; but both of us seen it today:
you in me, and me in you, in the projection upon the Warm Stone. Separated we would
have never seen it. For that reason it is good to be with you, neffe; because together we will
fulfil the mission of our Lineage: we’ll do it for the Honor, because we saw the Origin,
and we have the Origin, and we can return whenever we want to the Origin. You don’t
need me anymore; nor you need anything of anyone. Goodbye neffe; we will see us again during
the Final Battle. Heil Hitler!
–Heil Hitler! –I replied mechamechanically, while the roar of an undescribable Beast
thundered the space and a supernatural blow, cold, was hitting me as a whiplash and agitated
the trees and raised clouds of dust.
I directed the gaze in the direction in which the Wild boars had fleed, this is, towards the
South, and I swear that I saw Uncle Kurt for the last time. Or at least that impression I
received. Because I saw, of believed to see, contrasted by the starry firmament, a Beast that was
running behind two shinning stars that were moving away with fear: either it seemd a Bear, or
a Wolf; and his roars and howls went decreasing until they turned off completely. I felt
healthy: it was The Pestilence that was fading away.
Pensive, still looking at the Sourthern Cross, I recalled the Letter of Belicena Villca, the
part in which the Rabbi Benjamín referred to Bera the Mystery of the weakness of the Chosen
People: «Jehovah adverted to the People of Israel about four kind of ills, before which they
would be weak: Beware of the Sword, because She can slay; Beware of the Dogs, because They
can tear; Beware of the Fowls of Heaven, because they can devour you; Beware of the Beasts of
the Earth, because They will destroy you [Jer. 15]». They, there in the ground of the Chacra,
were lying the lifeless bodies of Bera and Birsha: they had been weak, strategically weak. And
in their case, the symbols warned by Jehovah had intervened, the four of them, at once:

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