Essential Hostility

from "Black Light of Agartha"

Essential Hostility

The nature of the Virya is an essential hostility to the world of the Demiurge, to the 'Creation' and its endless forms. He recognizes that the 'love' of 'the Lord' is a love of perishable matter, not the love of the cold fire had toward the Uncreated Spirits and their Eternal Life (at least once liberated on the Demiurge hence 'Eternal' only in potentia).

He is thus hostile to the illusions put forth by 'the world' and its plenitude of forms, themselves imitations of the Truth and, in his cognition, His 'immediate apprehension of entities' (intellection; archetypal cognition) he recognizes the imitation in comparison with Truth and thus casts aside the phenomenal counterfeit or simulacrum. The universals he loves but their distorted reflections he hates and condemns, smashing them as so many pieces of costume jewelry upon the marble floor of the ballroom of mayavic illusion.

He understands the consequences of being chained to the world of simulacra and that is to lose his Spirit admidst the quicksand of phenomena. Not wanting to be submerged in the Demiurgic extra Of phenomena he detaches himself and seeks the way out of the encroaching blackness of the plasma nations of Satan. He finds a way out through the Black Light of Agartha, through the wound window the wrent in the veil of Maya which he has torn with the flaming sword of Lucifer. He has pierced the veils of illusion and this sucked up in the vortex of his innerbeing into the black hole of the Spirit into the Realm of Eternia.

He has employed his essential hostility against the Demiurgic demon and has managed to defeat him, joining his soror mystica, the Virign of Agartha in the realm of the Immortals. They who have had the misfortune to fall victim to the ‘Great Deception’ of the ‘Great Deceiver’ Jehovah-Satan and who have grasped the forbidden fruit of the transient and perishable phenomena hoping to find Eternity amidst the decaying bric-a-brac of His fallen world of entropy discover they have simply sought that which never was and attempted to find that which could never be, combining the material, the basest muck of Satan with the frozen light of Agartha. Only they who have lit the cold fire of the Immortals and who carry the torch of Prometheus as bearers of the Uncreated Light may dwell in the realm beyond time and space, beyond the mauve zone of the Demiurgos.