Course XXVI - Teaching 2: Esoteric Arabian Wisdom and the Veiled Woman

As you know, Eastern people not only admitted women in the Order; also women were fit to the supreme authority. And it was a woman who led the destinies of Hoggard’s Table approximately 2500 years before Christ.
It was a high entity who for the last time descended to the physical world in human form. Therefore, she had to be like a symbol, like a compilation of the mental era in transit, leaving way to the era of Christian feeling that was looming.
Abbumi, the woman with no body, for her body has been pure and perfect, was educated and prepared from her childhood to the priesthood of Wisdom.
He learnt seven languages, seven powers and seven magical formulas from the Knights of camels, white turbans and undulating cloaks.
May a living being aim at anything else? To become stronger and stronger in that mystical castle that is her only abode, where wisdom and knowledge are bread and love, and no human breath tarnishes those holy ramparts.
Abbumi’s mother had died when she came into being. Her father adored and venerated her, but their love was just an expressive understanding of the mind.
Her heart was cold and white like the summit of Mount Meru. Death, pain, misery and human delights were for Abummi illusory grimaces of the Mother’s veils.
May she count on the number of those chosen souls that for centuries conquered the fruit of the purest wisdom for the esoteric life?
Riding through the desert, two travelers go forward, lost in the mirage of the sands. Hunger, tiredness, despair, weakness and imminent madness shall kill them soon.
The compassionate Oschar begs help for them, but the Mother of the desert replies, “Let the law of the desert be honored in them”.
The compassionate Oschar asks again, “Permit me, Mother, to save these lives”.
She replies:
“Save their flesh, if you wish. And if you wish, save their souls”.
The Arabian runs in haste with his camels to save those beings lost in the desert and comes back with them to Hoggard.
Why does the Mother accept the entreaty of his disciple, receiving and visiting those foreigners?
A new feeling emerged in her. Her soul has stared at another soul that is looking at her, imploring and sorrowful. She feels pity and, frightened, wonders, “Is this the human love?”
Where is your wisdom, oh Mother?
Of what avail is those secrets that you know if you are unable to control in you these feelings of pity that are wildly riding on clouds of illusion?
Now Abbumi shall know the sorrows of men, their bitter hours, and she shall suffer and thinks how to help them.
The Hoggard is in mourning and the Holy Seal, abandoned. Sages are terribly sorry because the Mother does not kindle daily her lamp.
Down with the culprit!
In vain Oschar shall try to save him and warn to the Mother. A soul is worthier than a body, and the foreigner must die.
But this death did not return to Abbumi his ancient wisdom because has opened a new groove in her heart: the groove of feeling.
From then on a new current is begotten: by Wisdom and by Love.
From then on, the Esoteric Orders are divided into two great currents of force: the force of Knowledge where the polytheistic concept of God and the cult of sciences prevail, and the force of Love, where the monotheistic concept of God prevails, along with the cult of salvation of mankind.