Course XXXV - Teaching 10: The Temple of Gold

The Temple is One.
The Divine Mother also is One and is Two: EHS and Aeia.
She is also Three: Wayfarer, Pilgrim and IHS. But on the Great Alchemy’s day, they will be One.
Four are the Saint Guardians and Four the days the disciple needs to find them. But the supreme number is: 00.
Lost in the Forest that surrounds the Great Mountain, tired and sad, the Wayfarer fell asleep and dreamt.
“May your dreams be your guide!”, High Priest’s voice shouted.
Here is his dream: he had become old searching for the Path of the Sacred Mountain through infinite, dark and tiring ways.
Still he carried with himself the burden of many symbols of his experiences: 0crosses, amulets, old-looking habits, the bag with bread of a poor fellow, sacred books of many religions (old-looking too); all of them relics of a life of renunciation and suffering.
But suddenly, unknown hands have stolen all these treasures. He ran across the fields looking for what he had lost, and asked alms with trembling hand.
He left the dark habit of religions to dress another three-colored habit: red, blue and yellow.
Surely, the mind had united its luck with the Pilgrim of the earth.
Here is the Pilgrim again, young and strong, looking for his beloved woman.
After struggles and sorrows, he has crossed the Circle of Fire and entered the Temple of Aeia, abode of the Eternal Lady.
The realization is about to finish. But, ah, the Temple is empty and the Tabernacle abandoned! They have taken the Mystical Body of Our Lady!
IHS sobs and weeps; and sorrow gives him children. Tears cover his face, and sobs make crack the bones of his body lying on the ground.
Everything was useless! Everything is lost!
The priestesses –dressed in white and black, the two colors of the Spirit– come to him; the root of desire must be extirpated; the Supreme Realization must be achieved.
No sigh has to tarnish the whiteness of EHS.
The priestesses cover his head with a square white linen.
Oh! Nameless joy!
Glory to the lofty women!
Stand up! Knight!
The Most Pure Image, resplendent and glorious, appears on the altar of the Supreme Sacrifice and slowly descends toward IHS.
Everything keeps quiet.
Everything has disappeared –the Temple, the Saint Guardians…– in a soft and white ethereal fog.
He asks: “Where were You, my Beloved, while I was looking for you for so many centuries?”.
She replies: “I was hidden in your own heart”.