The Three Mountains Samael Aun Weor THE THREE MOUNTAINS By SAMAEL AUN WEOR /\/\/\ 1 The Three Mountains Samael Aun Weor Four Words To The Reader Without wishing to hurt any delicate feelings, we must emphasize that venerable institutions exist within the cultural-spiritual environment of contemporary humanity that sincerely believe that they know the Secret Path, while nonetheless they do not. Allow me the freedom of saying with great solemnity that we do not wish to make destructive criticisms; we emphasize, nothing more; and this is not a crime. Obviously, because of simple, deep respect for our fellow men, we would never say anything against any mystical institution. Human beings cannot be criticized for not knowing something that has never been taught to them. The Secret Path has never been revealed publicly. In terms, which are rigorously Socratic, we would like to point out that many scholars, who pretend to know thoroughly the Path of the Razor's Edge, not only do not know it, but ignore the fact that they do not know it. Without wishing to point at any spiritual organization, and without intending to hurt anyone, we shall simply say that the learned ignoramus not only does not know, but also that he does not know that he does not know. References to the Secret Path appear in many ancient sacred texts; there it is cited and mentioned in many verses. However, people do not really know it. The purpose of this Work that you have in your hands, dear reader, is to show and teach the esoteric path leading to the final Liberation. This is, then, one more book of the Fifth Gospel. Goethe, the great German Initiate, said, "Theories are gray; only the tree with golden fruits is green. And this is really life.'' In this new book we only provide transcendental, living experiences: that which we have verified, that which we have experienced directly. The Maps of the Path must be drawn now; each step indicated with precision, the dangers pointed out, etc. Some time ago the guardians of the Holy Sepulchre told me, "We know that you are departing, but before you go you must leave for humanity the Maps of the Path and your own words.'' I answered by saying, "This is exactly what I will do." From that instant I undertook, in a solemn manner, to write this book. Samael Aun Weor 2 The Three Mountains Samael Aun Weor Chapter 1 My Childhood It is not irrelevant to solemnly affirm that was born with an enormous spiritual restlessness; it would be absurd to deny this... To many it would appear unusual and unbelievable that there are some that can remember the totality of their existence, including their birth. I want to assert that I am one of them. Very clean and beautifully dressed, I was placed in the maternal bed next to my mother after all the usual natal processes. A smiling giant approached the sacred bed, and looked at me. He was my father. It is important to assert clearly now, that in the dawn of existence we walk originally on four legs, then on two and finally on three. Of course the last one is the walking stick used by the old. I was not in any sense an exception to this general rule. When I was eleven months old I felt the desire to walk; I managed to keep myself upright on my feet. I still remember that marvelous instant in which, interlocking my hands on my head, I solemnly made the Masonic sign of assistance, "ELAI B NE AL'MANAH''. And since I have not yet lost the capability to be astonished, I must say that what happened then appeared to me to be marvelous. It is doubtless an extraordinary event, to walk for the first time with the body given to us by Mother Nature. Calmly I went to the old window from which one could clearly see the people who, here and there, appeared and disappeared in the picturesque old street of my village. My first adventure consisted of holding firmly onto the iron grill in that old window; luckily my father, a very prudent man, anticipating the danger, had put a wire grill in the balustrade so that I would not fall into the street. How well I remember that old window in that old house! That old house where I took my first steps... Of course at that delightful age I enjoyed the charming toys that children like to play with, but this in no way interfered with my meditation practices. During those first years of life, in which one learns to walk, I used to sit meditating in the oriental style... Then I used to study in a retrospective fashion my past reincarnations, and many persons visited me from the past. When the ineffable ecstasy concluded and I returned to the normal everyday state, I contemplated with pain the old walls of that paternal house where, in spite of my age, I appeared to be a strange monk. How small I felt in front of those rough walls! I cried, yes, as children cry... I used to complain, repeating: "Again, in another physical body! Life is so painful!'' It was at those moments that I used to ask my mother to help me and she said, "The child is hungry, or thirsty'', etc., etc. I have never been able to forget those moments in which I used to run happily along the lonely corridors of my house... The most unusual cases of Transcendental Metaphysics started to happen to me at that time: my father was calling me standing at the door of his bedroom, I saw him in his 3 The Three Mountains Samael Aun Weor night clothes, and when I tried to approach him he disappeared into some unknown dimension... However, I must confess that this type of psychic phenomenon was quite well known to me. I simply came into his bedroom and after verifying directly that his physical body was asleep in the perfumed mahogany bed, I said to myself, "Ah! The soul of my father is outside because his physical body is asleep at this time.'' Silent movies were starting to make an appearance at that time, and people used to meet at the public square at night to entertain themselves watching movies in the fresh air on a rudimentary screen, a sheet stretched taught and nailed between two sticks kept at the right distance... At home, I had a very different movie house, I used to shut myself up in a dark room and fix my gaze on the wall. After a few moments of spontaneous and pure concentration, the wall became illuminated as if it were a multidimensional screen, while the details of the wall itself disappeared totally; from the infinite space appeared living landscapes of Great Nature, playful gnomes, sylphs from the air, salamanders of fire, spirits from the water, nereids from the immense sea, happy creatures that played with me, infinitely happy beings. My movie house was not silent, and it did not need Rudolph Valentino or the famous White Kitten of the old days. My movies had sound, and all the creatures that appeared on my special screen sang or spoke in the pure, divine, original language that like a golden river runs under the forest filled with sun. Later on, as my family multiplied, I invited my innocent brothers and sisters, and they shared with me this incomparable happiness, watching the astral figures on the extraordinary wall of my dark room... I have always been a Sun worshipper, and at dawn as well as at the nightfall I used to climb onto the roof of my house (in those times balconies did not exist), and sitting down on the baked-mud tiles in the oriental manner as a child yogi, I contemplated the Sun King in a state of ecstasy, falling into a deep meditation. My noble mother suffered many scares when she saw me walk around on the roof... Whenever my elderly father opened the old door of the wardrobe, I felt as if he was going to give me that strange purple jacket which displayed golden buttons... That was an old garment which used to be worn by old knights, and which I have worn in my ancient incarnation in which I was called Simeón Bleler. Sometimes I imagined that in that old wardrobe one could find sabres and foils from the olden times. I do not know whether my father understood me; I thought that perhaps he could obtain some of these objects from a past existence for me. The old man would look at me, and instead of such garments he would give me a cart to play with: a toy from the innocent happiness of my childhood. 4 The Three Mountains Samael Aun Weor Chapter 2 Religion Having been raised with good manners, I must say that I was educated in the official religion of my people. I always found it unacceptable to play about in the back rows while the liturgical services were taking place... Since my childhood I have possessed a sense of veneration and respect. I never shrugged my shoulders in the middle of a service; I never tried to get out of performing my sacred duties, or laughed, or tried to mock the holy things. Without wanting to entangle myself among thorns and brambles, I will only say that in a particular mystical sect ---its name is not important---I found some religious principles that are common to all confessional religions in the world.