Woevre Saelde

Complete fusion - losing oneself in one's opposite, in the loved one, in an effort to return to the original Androgynous - is not a good thing. It goes against individuation, the immortality of the persona and resurrection, which is differentiation, the individuation of both partners, so that he and she can come together again separated but, in another way, united forever. Resurrected.

'If you have the great good fortune to meet your beloved again, the her of him, in one of the turns of your wheel, don't make the mistake of marrying her. You would both be destroyed. What you must do is help her to die outside you. Love her as if you were committing a crime. The beloved must die in order to return to life as an immortal, placing her eternity in your hands. This is the true Her, who leads the warrior to heaven, who is not an illusion, who does not drag him down into hell, profaning him, castrating his magic virility, turning man into woman. She is not the devouring mother, the widow who is not the Widow, because whe does not resign herself to her widowhood and so castrates her son. Parsifal and Alexander had to employ Phobos (hatred) in order to escape from the Great Mother, the little widow, so as to achieve the Grail, the Stone of Change, which the Greeks called XOANAN. Totality.

It has been said that the man who loves God needs seven incarnations in order to enter Nirvana and liberate himself, and that the man who hates him needs only three. It is without God but with his own FURY that Parsifal achieved the Grail and his individuation, his Self, his totality. This is the difference between the Liquid Road and the Dry Road. We do not know whether, as well as his FURY, his PHOBOS, his fear of the Mother, Parsifal carried with him a "memory of a beloved," as he was supposed to have advised his friend Gawaine to do. Parsifal, with his FURY, or his hatred, was resisting a participation mysticque. Samadhi, fusion with Adhi, the Primordial Being, doesn't await him at the end of his road. Because this would be the way of sainthood. What awaits him is KAIVALYA, total separation, supreme individuation, Absolute Personality, the ultimate solitude of the Superman. This is the way of the magician, the Siddha, the tantric hero of the Grail...

...Isn't this the "Blood Memory," the Minne of the German troubadours, who sang of the memory of a Love lost at the beginning of time? What difference between this and the "Race Spirit" of which the occultists speak? Without doubt, I could have gone much further had I, too, not lost the war. I could have linked my concept of the Collective Unconscious ness with the mysterious Tibetan doctrine of the Tulku and th Hindu-Buddhist doctrine of the Bodhisattva. A Tulku never says "I" but "we" with referring to himself. He is a Race Spirit embodied in an entire people. He possesses all his "I" while also being conscious in various parallel planes or times of existence. He is ubiquitous.

In the West, there was once a way of individual initiation into love: the mystery of the Grail... went from the choice of the initiate by the "glance" of the Lady of the Castle - to the giving of a protective ring. The initiate has been accepted. He is the tantric Sadhaka. He then passes into the degrees of Fenhedor, "Suitor"; Precador, "Implorer," "Bound Man," he who has exchanged hearts, the betrothed - Rebis, the androgynous of the alchemists - he who has surmounted the ultimate test of Asag, uniting with his lady only in the mind; or rather, in the Maithuna, the mystical tantric coitus. The Mysterium Coniunctionis. From there he should achieve resurrection, the state of definite separation, individuation in the Absolute Personality, purushic, kaivalic, with the image of the Beloved in his soul. Nigredo, Albedo, Rubedo resurrection in the red immortal energy matter of Vajra.

What had been a private, unique, aristocratic initiation has become vulgarised in the exotericism of the Church of Rome...The Gnostic lady, Sophia, Woevre Saelde, the feminine holy spirit, Paralaletos, the Dove, has been popularized as the Virgin Mary; the Exchange of Hearts, which is in reality the awakening of the Anahata chakra, has been externalized in the cult of the heart of Jesus. The crown of Thorns and the rosary have replace the Templars' alchemical rose of a thousand petals, the Sahasrara chakra, at the summit of the invisible skull. It is the assassination of the sacred way of Kundalini, of the Tantric road of the chakras. The "loveless love" of the warrior, of the troubadour, is the mystery of the Grail.

The love talked and written about so much in novels, poetry and magazines, the love of one's neighbor, the universal love of the churches, love of humanity, has nothing whatsoever to do with "loveless love" (A-mor, without Death), which is a harsh discipline, as cold as ice, as cutting as a sword, and which aspires to overcome the human condition in order to reach the Kingdom of the Immortals, Ultima Thule.

...The earth is alive, and it feels with you. It follows your footsteps, your search, with equal anxiety, because it will be transfigured in your triumph. The end of Kaliyuga and the entry into a new Golden Age depend on the results of your war. The earth by itself cannot finish the work that Nature leaves incomplete. Today the earth has joined forces with man in his destructive passion. The great catastrophe will occur in the first years of the Age of Aquarius. But if you can find the entrance to the Invisible Double of this earth, fulfilling the mystery of "loveless A-mor," the volcanoes will become calm, the earthquake will cease and the catastrophe will be avoided. There is an essential "synchronicity" between the soul and the landscape. What you achieve in yourself will have repercussions in even the remotest corner of the universe, like the ringing of a bell which announces a triumph or a defeat, producing irreversible effects in a secret centre where Destiny acts. The Archetype is indivisible and, if you once confront it in an essential manner, the effects are universal and valid for all eternity. The old Chinese saying expresses it well: "If a man, sitting in his room, thinks the right thoughts, he will be heard thousands of leagues away." And the alchemical saying, too: "It doesn't matter how alone you are. If you do true work, unknown friends will come to your aid.

What I have called "synchronicity," Nietzsche called "lucky occurences filled with meaning." It becomes a poetic dialogue, a concerto for two violins, between the man-magician and Nature. The world presents you with a "lucky occurence filled with meaning," it hands you a subtle, almost secret message, something which happens without apparent reason, a-causal, but which you feel is full of meaning. This being exactly what the world is looking for, that you should extract that meaning from it, which you alone are capable of seeing, because it "synchronises", it fully coincides with your immediate state of mind, with an event in your life, so that it is able to transform itself, with your assistance, into legend and destiny. A lucky occurrence which transformed itself into Destiny. And once you have achieved this, everything will appear to become the same as before, as if nothing had happened. Nevertheless, everything has changed fundamentally and for all time, although the only ones to know it will be you and the earth - which is now your earth, your world, since it has given itself up to you so that you can make it fruitful. "The earth has made itself invisible inside you:, as Rilke would say, it has become an individualized universe inside of you. And although perhaps nothing may have changed, "it might seem as if it were so, it might seem as if it were so," to use your own words. And you will be a creative god of the world; because you have conceived a Non-existent Flower. You have given a meaning to your flower.

'Das ewig Weibliche zieht uns hinan,' as Goethe said. "The Eternal Feminine leads us to heaven." Because the impulse which drives you to fulfill the ultimate mystery, which I have called individuation, projecting the "ego" into the Persona, into the Monad, into the Self, giving a face to the Gods, "lighting the darkness of the Creator," is none other than love. Only love can make you cross the deep chasm, the drawbridge that separates your "ego" from the castle in which your beloved lies asleep, jumping into the abyss. It is in effect a change, a miracle. It is a Non-Existent Flower: the Self. Fall into this flower and you will find the face of your Beloved there. This love, this impulse, is an icy, red-green fire, which consumes everything and projects you to heaven, loving beyond life and death, for all eternity. This love makes you immortal. This face, this Fire of Love, which the troubadours and Minnesangers called WOEVRE SAELDE, Isolde, I have called Anima in the man and Animus in the Woman.

-Serrano, Another Turn of the Wheel