"Divide and conquer! This was the motto by which the brotherhoods operated when they wanted to influence the course of events. This principle was also applicable within the lodges. This ultimately led to one man determining the fate of the world. That man was now me. I was fully occupied with controlling the brotherhoods. I had informants who were loyal to me and provided me with all the important information. I relocated the meetings of the Supreme Masters to Germany, where my residence was and where the origins of most secret connections lay. The last problem that still troubled me was the fact that every decision had to be discussed with the council of masters. Since everyone in the inner circle stood on the same level, none could override the others with their opinions." I was able to express in rare moments of solitude. The constant threat of the unknown loomed over me, and while the rules put in place by the elders made sense in theory, they became a burden when I found myself in the position of having to enforce them.
Instead of reflecting on the soundness of the Circle's decisions, my focus shifted to how I could impose my own will. This led to a decline in the quality of our actions, at least from my perspective. In reality, I felt compelled to weigh every argument in my mind before presenting it to the assembly, which sometimes resulted in pivotal decisions straying from their original intent. Over time, however, it became increasingly challenging to keep the unruly group of wizards in check. This responsibility consumed more of my attention, leaving me little room to nurture my creativity.
"Still, I used my dominance to maintain my position. I ultimately decided to rise above the others. I wanted to have the deciding vote. After lengthy contemplation and research in old books, I found the solution."
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I prepared a grand festivity to which I wanted to invite all the influential men. I planned to announce my decision at this celebration. They were to be surprised and have no opportunity to discuss this fateful decision among themselves beforehand. Therefore, I arranged an orgy like none that anyone had experienced before.
Men from all continents gathered at a castle specially prepared for this occasion, set in a beautiful landscape. Some arrived a few days in advance and were accommodated in luxurious rooms, treated like royalty and pampered according to all the rules of the art. However, the highlight was the feast. The atmosphere was formal and celebratory. We dined by candlelight, accompanied by classical music played by a small orchestra. The finest dishes were served. The ambiance was stylish and beautiful. Everyone was relaxed and clearly felt comfortable. We knew each other and chatted casually about trivialities.
Between the courses, there were small dance performances. The more wine was served to the guests, the more liberated and erotic the dancers became. The mood escalated. Everyone became freer and more carefree. We dined exquisitely and feasted our eyes on the beauties that presented themselves to us on stage. Acrobats performed their most amusing acts, and the celebration promised to be a resounding success. No important matters were discussed. As a result, there were no disagreements. Everyone got along well. A wonderful harmony enveloped the scene. The evening was lovely.
The attractions intensified. After the meal, each individual was presented with gifts. The presents were exceedingly generous and carefully selected. Each person received something they had always wished for in a corner of their soul. They were things they had never acquired for themselves because they hadn't thought to obtain them. I had researched long and thoroughly to select the appropriate gift for each person. When I saw the shining eyes of the recipients, I knew my efforts had been worth it. I detected something childlike in their expressions. It must have been a long time since another person had thought so deeply about them to provide them with gifts. Some of these hardened and world-weary men were so touched that they could hardly conceal their emotions.
After the gifts, I played particularly atmospheric music. But only for a short while, so that no one was so overwhelmed by their feelings that they resisted them and the mood threatened to turn in the opposite direction. A cheerful vocal performance with acrobatic elements followed. The classical musicians were replaced by lively young musicians. The formal part of the celebration was over. Everyone was slightly intoxicated, the dancers mingled with the guests, and the dissolute part of the party could begin. We danced on the tables and smashed dishes and furniture. We behaved like savages. The clothes were torn off the dancing girls, and they danced naked on the tables. They were encouraged to kiss each other and perform lesbian acts.
The women were well paid, and they knew what was coming. So there were no complications. They willingly allowed themselves to be groped. At most, they coyly pulled their bodies away, only to be gigglingly caught again. They satisfied my guests orally, manually, anally, vaginally, and in any way possible. Women loved women. Men loved men.
And everyone loved everyone. Only the masters did not pair with each other. Some caused quite a mess, which was really anything but appetizing. Fortunately, the coprophagically inclined participants of the orgy did not indulge their inclination near the buffet. Everything that could be thrown was thrown. Champagne flowed, and everyone...were wet and smeared with food scraps. Everyone was sticky and fucked their way through the castle or let themselves be fucked. The gender and number of those who engaged in sexual intercourse were unimportant. Everyone was uninhibited and indulged themselves. I threw drugs into the mix. The dancers, in particular, indulged heavily in cocaine. The yelling and roaring mixed with the screams of pleasure and sounds of pain from those who felt pleasure when they were beaten and tormented. The orgy spread throughout the entire building. Everyone was boisterous and drunk, except for me. I had a goal. I needed my strength for the next day. Everyone should be worn out and hungover when I confronted them with my demand.
The night was celebrated through. Time flew by with the excessive experiences. At dawn, the servants collected the exhausted bodies, poisoned with alcohol and cocaine, from the whirlpools. For the afternoon, I had scheduled a hangover breakfast. I had the men woken up. The street girls and rent boys had already been removed.
Worn out, but satisfied, the wild men gathered for a light meal. They gratefully accepted service and were noticeably quieter than the evening before. They were preoccupied with themselves, trying to regain their strength and find their concentration again. Apart from certain physical after-effects of the debauchery, they felt well and had the feeling of having had a rewarding evening. We ate together and sat with each other for a long time without talking much.
When everyone was having their last cup of coffee, I asked them to stay after the table had been cleared. I had prepared a little surprise for their farewell. From the joyful anticipation that dawned on their faces, I recognized that no one expected what I had prepared. They were truly convinced that this meeting was solely for pleasure. They knew me so little.
I stood at the head of the table and began a short speech. I explained that I wanted to achieve a higher degree than the thirty-ninth. Despite their hangovers, the men instantly rose from their chairs and talked wildly amongst themselves. They yelled at me, telling me not to overdo it. They had largely supported me in all matters so far. I had always found loyal allies in them. They had only contradicted me when they truly could not reconcile a decision with their conscience. It made me want to vomit when these people used the word "conscience." But I was careful not to contradict them in this critical phase of the discussion.
As if they had suddenly sobered up, they exerted all their strength to prevent me from permanently separating myself from them and robbing them of all influence. The reasoning was logical. The thirty-ninth degree was the highest rank a human could achieve. Forty was the number of divinity. Now I dared to assume the fortieth rank. To do this, I would have to prove that I had entered into an eternal connection with the divine. I let them vent a little. Then I raised my arms. With an invoking gesture, I asked them to be silent. They were under a great misconception. I was not claiming the fortieth degree of mastery, but the forty-first. I didn't need to explain the reason. They knew themselves that I would be unassailable if I stood two ranks above the next highest master.
I savored their disbelieving silence. They stared at me, not quite knowing how to categorize my request. The purpose was clear. The forty-first high degree promised me unlimited dominion over the fate of the lodge. But how could I dare to presume to prove that I possessed this high degree of maturity? They doubted whether I wanted to claim a position that I could not do justice to, or whether I was truly so superior to them that I could survive the demanded test.
A long pause, filled with awkward silence, followed. In the masters' minds, something was ticking. It ticked slower than usual, but it ticked. Even these magicians could not shake off the exertions of the night. Since more than seven masters of the inner circle were gathered, I could demand a decision on the spot. No one was allowed to leave the room until it was decided whether I would be admitted to the test or not.
The ancient ritual of the test is the union of man with the deity of Mother Earth. The master who wishes to assume absolute power must be willing to let himself be immersed in the womb of the Earth for three days. This sounds easy, but it is such an ordeal that normally no human is able to survive this procedure. Some Indian yogis are able to put their bodies on such a low setting that they can survive three days and nights without food, water, and air. However, these people are usually no longer able to lead a normal life after the ritual, as the psychological strain drives the mind to madness. Not to mention that people who do such things out of religious delusion have not led an everyday life before this measure. The old books explain that a person who wants to become a god must spend three days like dead in the grave. This was the case with the ancient Egyptians when the pharaoh received his final consecrations. He had to be walled in alive by the priesthood. In later times, the pyramids served this burial cult. The ancient Celts buried their high priests under stone slabs weighing tons. The mere thought of it triggers the worst panic reactions in any healthy person who still possesses a spark of reason.
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I explained to the masters that I was prepared to depart from life for forty-one days. With this, I wanted to provide proof of being worthy of the high honor of mastery of the forty-first degree. They should choose the place for my burial. There were no more unfavorable locations for me.
They looked at me with disbelief and questioning eyes. Some suspected a sleight of hand. But since I had offered them to choose the place of seclusion for me, the argument that I was planning a fraud was immediately dismissed. I had triggered a passionate debate with my request. The concerns were about my overwhelming power, which would become unlimited. They would all be at my mercy, for better or for worse. Although I had always shown myself to be their friend so far, they could no longer be sure afterward if I would remain friendly towards them. For the test, some considerations spoke in its favor. If I were an imposter, the test would mean my certain death, and they would be rid of me. After all, I already had too much influence for the taste of some brothers. But if I possessed as much power as I claimed, then they had to give me the opportunity to prove it. It was a sign of my fairness that I wanted to undergo a test before their eyes so that they would know where they stood with me. I could also hide my power from them and still with my...superiority control them. If I had the maturity for High Mastery, I should also bear the title that was rightfully mine.
Everyone considered the pros and cons from their perspective. I had the final say and delivered a passionately delivered appeal to their responsibility for the world and humanity. I preached to those who, impressed by my request, listened to my words. I urged them not to be a brake on the development of human history. I refrained from any hint of a threat. The entire action was to be supported unanimously and voluntarily. The discussion dragged on for a long time. And since no one was allowed to leave the room, some urinated out the window.
They granted me the test. The date was set so that I would have two more weeks of preparation to sort out my affairs, which I had to leave unattended for six weeks. One made a witty remark. He said I should use the two weeks to eat enough bacon, which I would have to live on underground.
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The masters had chosen an ancient Celtic cult site in France for the burial ceremony. I had prepared myself with deep meditations and fasting. My body was cleansed, both externally and internally. Nasal cleansing and enemas were the appetizing procedures necessary for preparation for a six-week stay underground. I was dressed in my white robe when, at midnight, by the light of torches, I silently descended into the hole in the earth. I lay down in the damp, cold grave, wrapped myself in a large cloth, and assumed the position in which I intended to endure for forty-one days.
When I had not moved for a few minutes, the other masters shoveled earth onto me. The weight of the topsoil prevented me from breathing. I now had to very quickly reduce my body's metabolism, as I would no longer have any breathing air available from then on. Nevertheless, I still felt the weight of the earth pressing down on me. I also felt the large stone being rolled over my grave. Then I heard the faint tremors caused by the steps of those leaving.
Every thought could now kill me. If I had thought that these people could use the opportunity to simply leave me underground forever, I would have panicked, which would have certainly led me to take a breath. I had considered these thoughts beforehand. I was fully aware of what I was getting myself into. I had to trust my fate, which had constantly challenged me so far. Now it should stand by me when I demanded it, to help me to the highest triumphs. It was dangerous what I had gotten myself into. But I wanted to achieve everything in my unique existence, or the other things would have no value to me. Modesty was not exactly one of my strengths.
I lay in the pit as if dead. But I was only outwardly like dead. My perception and my consciousness were wide awake. I quickly lost the sense of time. That was the hardest part of the test. I couldn't look at a watch. I couldn't estimate when I would be freed. At no moment did I know if the time had already run out and the others wanted to leave me in the earth forever. I never knew if I was still alive or already dead. Whether my condition was temporary or permanent.
With this agonizing awareness, I had to deal calmly so as not to lose my mind completely. Thanks to my contemplation of this situation during preparation, I remained calm. What good would any other stance have done me? I had to keep every thought of doubt and regret about my deed away from me.
****
Consciousness remained awake; my perception of the body switched off. I trusted that I was protected and not being eaten by worms. I was neither asleep nor awake. I experienced no reality and did not dream. Yet I was not unconscious. I felt clearly and distinctly that I existed. I do not want to call this state living. For me, living means the ability to act and to have an influence on what I experience and perceive. In this regard, most so-called normal people do not live. Perhaps Jesus was speaking of such people when he commanded his disciple to let the dead bury their dead. In our perverse order, the living buried their living.
I was increasingly drawn into the in-between state between life and death. Perhaps I also crossed this boundary. I had no way of determining that, as my freedom to act was taken away from me. Intense visions emerged.
In these visions, I was not the passive observer, but was attacked, challenged, and could exert influence. Sometimes I only watched from a great distance what was happening to other souls. At first, the deceased priests of my brotherhood appeared to me. From all eras, the great masters gathered around...
I experienced frightening situations. That was the true test. It was not the living members of the brotherhood who imposed power struggles on me. The masters, who had long lived in the intermediate world, attacked my spirit. When I proved myself as their equal, they offered me their protection and allied with me.
They initiated me into great secrets. I saw which people exercised spiritual power in this world. I met African medicine men who entered the intermediate worlds during their spirit summoning rituals. I engaged with the Tenno as he married the sun. Previously, I had thought the legend that he was a god was a simple method to intimidate the people. Now I knew that his greatness had nothing to do with worldly power. I encountered wise men in their meditations.
I united with their strength and consciousness. It felt as if my soul flowed everywhere. Into all the spiritual centers of the world. I conferred with the living gods of the Earth, who lived unnoticed among people. Some allowed themselves to be revered as the deities they were. I understood why the greatest lama humbled himself to the dust of the Earth.
I saw misguided people who entrusted themselves to false prophets. I gazed into the powers of darkness. I came into contact with the princes of hell. I roamed inhabited regions of the spiritual worlds. I existed beyond space and time.
I was allowed to meet with the prophets of great religions, all of whom were still incarnated in a body on Earth. I realized that every soul I encountered in heaven and hell simultaneously lived on Earth. Each was manifest.
It was soon like with a plant. The roots of these people were deeply embedded in the spiritual worlds, yet they bloomed in the material world. The fascination and brilliance of my visions cannot be described. I experienced horror and bliss. I explored the heavens and the hells. The journey through these worlds made me indifferent to the material world. I no longer cared whether I would ever return to my old existence.
*****
I traversed the realms of light and passed through an area of total emptiness, with no sounds, no visions, no feelings. I existed—but with an empty consciousness. This state cannot be explained in any way. Behind this infinitely vast region, I encountered a friendly man.
He was gathered there with his friends, making music with instruments unknown to me and dancing with those who were in utmost ecstasy around him. He looked at me with kind eyes and said that I was not yet ready to be there.
I was to go back again. I was to turn to the youngest of his four sons, who was the greatest of all men who had ever walked the face of the earth. He was the master of love and true knowledge. I knew nothing and I did not love. Only if I saw HIM could I find my peace of mind and return here.
I took a last look at the scene and could make nothing of this peculiarity. I plunged back into my body. I had been exhumed again. I lay in the arms of one of my confidants, sobbing uncontrollably. All the emotions one could possibly feel had taken possession of me at once.
All the masters stood in a circle around me. The time of trial was over. I had survived. I had passed the hardest of all tests. My friends, for that is what they were, who had freed me from the body of the earth, brought me home. There, they provided me with everything necessary. I cautiously broke my fast and, after a few days, regained my physical strength. Apparently, my mind had also suffered no significant damage. I was quite capable of engaging in normal conversations. I quickly found my way around my familiar surroundings again. I did some gymnastic exercises and began with light physical activities to get my body back in shape. My joints were a bit stiff from the long immobility. But after a good two weeks, I was almost back to my old self.
We had arranged a meeting where I thanked everyone present for giving me the opportunity to demonstrate my intellectual superiority. I also thanked them for not succumbing to the temptation to let me rot in my grave, but instead for keeping their vow not to murder a master of the lodge. I promised them that I would not use my new position against the interests of the lodge and the inner circle as long as they remained loyal to me. I told them that my ultimate goal was the well-being of the world, for only as long as human coexistence functioned could the lodge maintain its power. We were parasites, which in itself was not a bad thing. On the contrary, parasitism was a commendable form of life. However, we must not make the mistake of many parasites who drain their host to death.
We had to tend to the world that served us and take care of its welfare. The well-being of the world was at least equal to the well-being of the lodge. These were new ideas for my listeners. Yet, none could escape the coherence of my arguments. Everyone expressed agreement with my perspective. In a solemn ceremony, they bestowed upon me the forty-first high degree of mastery. I accepted.
"their oath to serve me and from that moment on, I was the unchallenged ruler over all the secret societies of the world. I had the final control over world events. Anyone who wanted to hold a high political office had to be acceptable to me. In the lodge, I was the sole highest judge and the Supreme Priest. In all disputes and conflicts, I had the final and decisive word."
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I tried to make decisions that would reduce the artificially created contrasts among the peoples. Unnecessary wars should be prevented. I had the vision of people using their strength and imagination to support one another, instead of destroying and fighting each other. I wanted to convey this naive thought to the members of the lodge. I tried to make them understand that we could be even stronger if we were pulling in the same direction. I assumed too much commitment. For this attitude required the willingness to work for another person without being able to gain an immediate advantage from it.
The method of rule through unconditional competition seemed outdated to me. My vision was a contemporary, modern form of coexistence based on tolerance and the realization that for every person, no matter how strong and powerful they were, there was a being that was even greater than they were. The dancing man in the garden had told me that his son was the greatest of all men. So his son had to be greater than I, who had subdued all my enemies. Was the son also greater than his father?
Until now, the masters had only looked downward, paying attention to who was weaker than they were. I wanted to complete the view and also see who was greater and stronger than man.
****
This thought kept me vigilant. If one could be greater than me, then there had to be another one greater than that. Thus, there were two who were greater than I. One could challenge me at any time. I had to be careful to recognize him in time when he entered my field of vision.
For a while, I ruled as the absolute sovereign of the brotherhoods and was able to move things considerably. I managed to work out advantages not only for the members of the lodge but also to make life easier for other people and groups in practical terms. I felt equally obligated to all people. My responsibility extended far beyond the level that the lodge demanded of me. I changed some things from the ground up. In doing so, I occasionally encountered very good resistance.
"Right in the face. Yet, I could not please everyone, no matter how hard I tried, and it was not my responsibility to do so. My task was clearly to ensure tangible, measurable benefits. How I accomplished that was solely my concern.
Since I held the final and decisive voice, I relegated all others to being mere extras. It was only natural for opposition to develop against me. I could also imagine that plans were being concocted to bring me down.
One day, I noticed a young man who had bested two masters in his examination for mastery—two masters whom I had greatly esteemed. This new master was young, strong, and wild. He was like I had been when I started my ascent to the top. Yet he was different. When I arranged a meeting with him, during which he did not yet know I was the leader of all the brotherhoods, I could study him a bit. He was incredibly intense and possessed by a dark force in a way I had never experienced before. It felt as if I knew this man. And I did know him. I had encountered him in a vision during my burial period. He was one of the princes of darkness. I knew that he had come with the sole purpose of toppling me from my pedestal.
He had brought many allies with him. He appeared immediately with a strongly vibrating energy that sent a chill down my spine with each encounter. He recognized me right away and fixed me with an aggressive gaze. I do not know if in that moment he understood the high position I held. But he knew that we had already met before. Could he sense that I saw through him? He brutally squeezed my hand and made it unmistakably clear that he wanted to assume the highest position possible. He had come to plunge the world into the darkest of times. His interest lay in reveling in the suffering of the ignorant creatures. Blind rage and sheer hatred propelled him with incredible force. He has managed to subdue many masters. He was so adept that I was taken aback when I became aware of how quickly he advanced on his path."
He built a targeted counter-movement against my politics in the lodge. This young man was of extraordinary intelligence and such exceptional reasoning ability that he grasped the concepts that I had to acquire over several years of hard study in a very short time and was even able to put them into practice.
Despite the vow I had taken, I would have had him killed without hesitation. But it was already too late for that. He had amassed so much power that only a fool would have attempted to kill him. This man already possessed the ability to return the forces directed against him with full strength.
At least I had been warned and had the advantage of having had the opportunity to listen to the old, musical man once before.