Course XXXV - Teaching 8: The Standard

The night rapidly comes near.
“Walk; walk, Pilgrim!”.
The sky is cloudy; thunders and lightening announce an imminent tempest. All trees in the forest, shaken by the wind, repeat the sardonic laugh of the Tyrant Babel.
Where are the lights of Bohas and Jakin?
The Lake Ixdoubar –dark, deep and rough– extends at the Wayfarer’s feet. A red light illuminates its waters: it is the luminous reflection of the crimson robe of Anhunit, that Mother’s Standard and goes slowly forward in Hanou’s ship, driven by Tamuz, the swan.
And Anhunit delivered to the man two Divine Keys: one of steel and another of platinum.
With them, IHS can open and lock the gates of heel and heaven, of sorrow and love.
“You have reached already the Great Atrium of Wisdom.”
“Dazzling is here the light, wonderful the bluish veil and marvelous the Golden Stars.”
“Beware, Pilgrim! See but do not touch.
“Here your soul can become blind, trapped by Philos’ lasso, the cold goddess of separateness.”
“The Great Realization waits for you at the Summit of Blessedness.”
“Pilgrim, you have entered the Garden of the Soul.”
“Every flower hides a coiled serpent; every plant has a poison for you.”
“In Philo’s kingdom, you can taste just the Silence, but you should not lose sight of the Mother’s Standard.”